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The fact that I've been torturing myself seems self evident through the last few days. I've been holding back on the nsaids and pain-killers and only taking one or two a day. The nsaid (ibuprofen) prescribed allows for three 600 mg caplets a day. I've been trying to get by on one. The hydrocodone also prescribes three a day, and I've been taking one or two tops.
These pills help reduce inflammation, and I've really needed for that to happen because inflammation is what causes ninety percent of the pain I experience. The last day or so I've been taking the prescribed amount of ibuprofen, and that's helped a lot. I'm still holding back on the hydrocodone (Tylenol3), but I'm getting a different attitude on that medication too.
One of the proven supplements I'm sold on forever now is magnesium oxide pills. They helped me to have regular bowel movements when the prescription drugs kept me constipated. I don't even like me when I'm full of shit. I wish I had known about the connection between calcium, vitamin D, and magnesium a long time ago. I've only known that calcium requires vitamin D to work for a couple of years.
I didn't realize I needed magnesium to stay regular rather than to reach for Milk of Magnesium when I got constipated. The story goes that human adults need about as much magnesium as they do calcium for things to work out in the bone department. That amounts to around 500 mg of each minimum a day. Vitamin D, the sunshine vitamin, for all practical purposes, you can't overdose on. Some people take more than 6000 mg of vitamin D a day.
This time of the year what with the angle of the Sun my skin should be making lots of vitamin D even when I sit here typing. The sun shines through the second-floor outside door directly on to the skin on the left side of my body. Since it's still having to penetrate the vapors of the morning to get to me, it's not as likely to cause me to get a sunburn, but it don't make as much vitamin D either. That's why I take a 3000 mg supplement pill every day. Well, most days. I get slack occasionally. Taking all these supplements are like closing the barn door after the horses have run off.
The wireless router I now use to connect to the internet seems to work pretty good. I should be able to move my iMac to any location in the house or even outside and still pick up a signal. I haven't tried any other place than where I've kept my computer for the last couple of years. It upsets me that lightning took out my ethernet socket. It makes the resale of my iMac less tenable, but as long as the wireless connection works the computer will do what it oughta.
I went back to the restaurant where the grandmother cooks such great omelettes. The first one I ordered was the veggie omelette, and it was delicious, then a couple of mornings ago I ordered the Western Omelette, and while tasty, it was just too much with the meat it included.
I've decided to eat some meat. I suspect I need the protein. From everything I've read and studied, about the only meat I really need is fresh red beef. Any processed meat of any kind is just not right. It has to be unprocessed including freezing, and not much of it. The only-est way I know how to make certain of that is to buy myself a small filet mignon once a week at the grocery store and cook it myself.
I haven't done that in a long time. I barely remember charcoaling steaks on the patio when I was married, and I've never charcoaled no steaks during my single years. I left my parent's house to join the Navy when I was eighteen, got married to my first wife a year or so after I got out of the Navy. I don't remember grilling steaks outside during that whole marriage. We ate out a lot. Mostly steaks.
I left that marriage in my late twenties, bummed around for a few years, then married my second wife when I was in my mid-thirties and didn't cook no steaks outside except for once or twice, and I've lived alone since that marriage broke up in my early forties, and I ain't cooked no steaks since I've lived in this house going on thirty years.
The truth may turn out to be that I've only cooked steaks outside on a grill maybe ten or fewer times in my whole life. That may negate my chances of being selected as the suburbanite of the year. I think I may have done it more often at other people's houses than at my house.
The odd thing about that is that this last year-plus run is the longest I've observe a pure vegetarian diet when I made all the decisions about going vegan. I've stayed with vegans and had them for friends pretty much all my adult life, but to impose it upon myself is a rarity.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
