'I just don't want to be there when it happens.'
One of my LJ friends with lupus has been experiencing gagging and vomitting after drinking coke, etc., and she conjectures that she is having a reaction against sugar. I think this is possible. Wine is not good for me, especially because sugar is so toxic for me. But I drink it anyway as I am under contract to the Irish government. Rarely, though. Soon, I will not be drinking it at all.
In the meantime, I have scoured the planet in search of the driest wine. That usually meant cabernet sauvignon, a red wine. The first taste of it could be almost nauseating to me, sometimes almost making me vomit. Last night, though, I celebrated xmas with a bottle of cabernet blanc, a dry white wine - the driest available to me. This means less sugar. It went down without a problem, quite pleasantly. So, I'll be switching to that as my go-to. I really wanted the resveratrol in my diet, as it is so expensive via supplements, but whatever. I do tonnes of chocolate, so that helps. As do decaf tea and coffee. I stopped making my juiced Kombucha but expect to get back to that soon,
Yes, sugar is really extremely toxic to my CFS. Directly, and by encouraging yeast, toxins and gum/heart disease bacteria. I have been having heart issues for weeks, now, which is to be expected, as part of the cycle of rebounding from the exertion of the move. I should not have had the wine last night, nor eaten that Irish cheese. But, I do feel confident that my trajectory of recovery is good,, now. Good enough. I've always been a risk-taker. Most people wouldn't know that of me these days, the way I live. Well, people with CFS mostly die of one of two things: Suicide or congestive heart failure. The latter is most likely for me. So, I am careful, most of the time. I try desperately to get sleep, eat greens, avoid stress, and be happy, but it's a losing game. I'm just stretching it out as much as I can, so I can get done as much as I can. As I've said, I'm not at all afraid of death. And I'm kinda tired of putting up with the antics of people who are, lol.
I should make a list of the weirdest things that have ever happened to me. Little things and big things. A while back, I told the tale of a long hair which somehow wrapped itself around one of my toes, several turns, trying to strangle my poor little piggy. Bizzare! Well, this morning, I had another experience of the bizarre kind. There have been mosquitoes and flies in this house, for some reason, but not lately. This morning, I heard a large gnat sort of sound in my left ear, as I was reclined on the couch. So, I tried to wave it away, and nothing happened. I investigated, and saw no insect. Instead, the sound really seemed to be coming out of my pillow! Wtf?! It increased in intensity and tone if I pushed a little down on the pillow. But it was constant, regular, sounding like a flying insect, fairly loudly. So weird.
There are a number of hypotheses in the literature concerning this event. Maybe it was a poltergeist warning me to change my ways. Maybe there really was something in my pillow. Maybe the sound was actually coming from an air vent, into which I had sprayed Raid, the night before, because of that damned mouse. Maybe the mouse was giving up the ghost weirdly. Or maybe it was the Raid can, or my rubbing alcohol sprayed on the end table? But it really sounded like it was right next to my ear, inside the pillow. Another possibility is that it was a spasming blook vessel, or my heart itself, and so I was actually hearing the sound coming from my own body. Maybe it was inside my ear. I just don't know, but I am back in a Kafka novel again.
At the old apartment, I had music playing 24/7, as a way to drown out attacks from the psychopath downstairs. Sometimes, it had to be turned up. Unfortunately for my poor dog. Here, there is no music. Just talk radio during the weekdays, and silence on the weekends. I felt sorry for my dog, today, because he is bored, so I tried to tune in a particular old FM station, but got a religious station instead. So, we're listening to pretend-Coldplay and Xmas music. OK. I plan on getting a good radio, of many capabilities, to set up in this living room. That looks like something I must get, in addition to a long octave C harmonica, and a cordless phone set. As it is, the phone is all the way across the house, and I can't answer it from my couch bed.
Looks like I have to turn off the radio as it is preaching at me now.
Having my dog listen to music a lot - though not loud music - is part of my regimen cultivating his intelligence. I am a firm believer in the intellectual power of music, especially supplied at a very early age. I have a bad habit of whistling into pregnant stomachs.
I have been looking into the collapse of the Chaco culture, which involved cannibals from Mexico, apparently. Yet another too-interesting subject I must get drawn deeply into. Expect posts. I am also resting here and there, hopefully, to sleep. So far, this is a day when I am both sick and well, enough to think of getting a little accomplished. I want to rake leaves, which will be an enormous task, but I am still not fit for that. Hopefully tomorrow. Anyway, today begins my most cherished time of the year. Fingers crossed it will be a good one. Have a nice day, y'all.
PS - Sugar is not just massively toxic for people w/ CFS, it is also toxic for everyone, and I think that includes you. So, please check out videos on the subject posted over at healthy_planet or you will die.
In the meantime, I have scoured the planet in search of the driest wine. That usually meant cabernet sauvignon, a red wine. The first taste of it could be almost nauseating to me, sometimes almost making me vomit. Last night, though, I celebrated xmas with a bottle of cabernet blanc, a dry white wine - the driest available to me. This means less sugar. It went down without a problem, quite pleasantly. So, I'll be switching to that as my go-to. I really wanted the resveratrol in my diet, as it is so expensive via supplements, but whatever. I do tonnes of chocolate, so that helps. As do decaf tea and coffee. I stopped making my juiced Kombucha but expect to get back to that soon,
Yes, sugar is really extremely toxic to my CFS. Directly, and by encouraging yeast, toxins and gum/heart disease bacteria. I have been having heart issues for weeks, now, which is to be expected, as part of the cycle of rebounding from the exertion of the move. I should not have had the wine last night, nor eaten that Irish cheese. But, I do feel confident that my trajectory of recovery is good,, now. Good enough. I've always been a risk-taker. Most people wouldn't know that of me these days, the way I live. Well, people with CFS mostly die of one of two things: Suicide or congestive heart failure. The latter is most likely for me. So, I am careful, most of the time. I try desperately to get sleep, eat greens, avoid stress, and be happy, but it's a losing game. I'm just stretching it out as much as I can, so I can get done as much as I can. As I've said, I'm not at all afraid of death. And I'm kinda tired of putting up with the antics of people who are, lol.
I should make a list of the weirdest things that have ever happened to me. Little things and big things. A while back, I told the tale of a long hair which somehow wrapped itself around one of my toes, several turns, trying to strangle my poor little piggy. Bizzare! Well, this morning, I had another experience of the bizarre kind. There have been mosquitoes and flies in this house, for some reason, but not lately. This morning, I heard a large gnat sort of sound in my left ear, as I was reclined on the couch. So, I tried to wave it away, and nothing happened. I investigated, and saw no insect. Instead, the sound really seemed to be coming out of my pillow! Wtf?! It increased in intensity and tone if I pushed a little down on the pillow. But it was constant, regular, sounding like a flying insect, fairly loudly. So weird.
There are a number of hypotheses in the literature concerning this event. Maybe it was a poltergeist warning me to change my ways. Maybe there really was something in my pillow. Maybe the sound was actually coming from an air vent, into which I had sprayed Raid, the night before, because of that damned mouse. Maybe the mouse was giving up the ghost weirdly. Or maybe it was the Raid can, or my rubbing alcohol sprayed on the end table? But it really sounded like it was right next to my ear, inside the pillow. Another possibility is that it was a spasming blook vessel, or my heart itself, and so I was actually hearing the sound coming from my own body. Maybe it was inside my ear. I just don't know, but I am back in a Kafka novel again.
At the old apartment, I had music playing 24/7, as a way to drown out attacks from the psychopath downstairs. Sometimes, it had to be turned up. Unfortunately for my poor dog. Here, there is no music. Just talk radio during the weekdays, and silence on the weekends. I felt sorry for my dog, today, because he is bored, so I tried to tune in a particular old FM station, but got a religious station instead. So, we're listening to pretend-Coldplay and Xmas music. OK. I plan on getting a good radio, of many capabilities, to set up in this living room. That looks like something I must get, in addition to a long octave C harmonica, and a cordless phone set. As it is, the phone is all the way across the house, and I can't answer it from my couch bed.
Looks like I have to turn off the radio as it is preaching at me now.
Having my dog listen to music a lot - though not loud music - is part of my regimen cultivating his intelligence. I am a firm believer in the intellectual power of music, especially supplied at a very early age. I have a bad habit of whistling into pregnant stomachs.
I have been looking into the collapse of the Chaco culture, which involved cannibals from Mexico, apparently. Yet another too-interesting subject I must get drawn deeply into. Expect posts. I am also resting here and there, hopefully, to sleep. So far, this is a day when I am both sick and well, enough to think of getting a little accomplished. I want to rake leaves, which will be an enormous task, but I am still not fit for that. Hopefully tomorrow. Anyway, today begins my most cherished time of the year. Fingers crossed it will be a good one. Have a nice day, y'all.
PS - Sugar is not just massively toxic for people w/ CFS, it is also toxic for everyone, and I think that includes you. So, please check out videos on the subject posted over at healthy_planet or you will die.