I know of quite a few people who don’t in the traditional sense. They think that, whenever a person gets sick, it’s because the body is “cleaning house”. Maybe so. I haven’t quite made up my mind yet. A lot of what they say makes sense but there are outside factors, too, that can introduce bacteria that wouldn’t normally be present. Good Morning America (I have it on in the morning when I buzzing around getting ready for work) had an interesting segment today. It was about hotel/motel maids caught on hidden cameras and the shortcuts they take when cleaning. Forget all the black lights showing the splatters on the walls. This is something else entirely. Who trained these people? I have enough of my own brand of bacteria. I don’t need someone else’s. The story was sort of set up yesterday. You can click here if you’re interested in reading more about it. Makes you consider rethinking taking your own hair dryer.
Which brings up a more personal subject. I was trying to do without my dryer because of the EMFs emitted by it. I had to cave and start using it again. I don’t use it every single day of my life but I do use it quite often. I still unplug my water bed heater at night, though. I’ll have to admit I forgot last night until sometime in the early early. I did unplug it then.
I had a hard time getting up after getting to bed at almost 10:30. I got in about 20 minutes of exercising (standing ones that my mother would call “Tommie flailing around” and LSEs).
One of my goals is cutting down on or cutting out my thyroid med. I’ve been noticing that I feel better in the morning before I take it. Not long after washing it down with lots of water, my skin begins to tingle. Before I get my next prescription filled, I’ll ask to have my TSH checked again. Wouldn’t it be great if my thyroid is working after all these years?
Along the same lines, my sister e-mailed “I had my blood pressure prescription refilled yesterday, and don’t like paying for it, so am hoping to discipline myself to live the right kind of lifestyle to get me off of it. The price was up from $60.10 to $63.75. and in a year’s time, that can add up to a goodly amount.” That’s what got me started on raw—thinking about how I could cut expense prior to retiring. Look where I’ve ended up! Watch out, dear sister! However, I think she’s looking at maybe cutting down on salt and not necessarily eating 100% raw food.
A Warmer Day’s Raw Food
28 ozzies grapefruit juice
30 ozzies banana/blueberry/spinach/agave smoothie (the spinach is strong and doesn’t make for a delicious drink)
36 ozzies banana/romaine smoothie
2 Bubbies pickles
Medium salad of romaine, red onion, cucumber, dressed with lime juice, olive oil, seasonings, and sea salt (I poured out the “juice” that was left)
1/2 small avocado
I’ve been thinking about not listing my food every day. It’s monotonous because it’s the same ol’ same ol’ almost all the time. I need feedback on this. Should I keep on? Should I quit? The reason I started listing my food and the quantities is explained in my FAQ. Leave me some comments!
One of the ladies in the loan department at the bank called yesterday about needing me to come in and fill out the health questionnaire for the insurance that will pay off the house should I kick off. I promptly forgot about it so she called and reminded me this afternoon. Before going there, I stopped by the elderly couple’s house to drop off the CDs with the Sabbath School lessons. The wife came to the door. I was a bit surprised because the door is usually locked and she doesn’t know how to unlock it. I asked, “Is your husband around?” She said no, he wasn’t. I was alarmed because I knew she shouldn’t be by herself. “Is it okay if I come in for a few minutes?” She opened the door for me to go into the living room and there was her husband on the couch. I said, “Oh! There he is!” When he saw it was me, he went to hunt up a bill he’d been telling me about. As he was leaving the room, she said, “I don’t know where my husband could be!” I pointed to him and told her, “That’s your husband.” She snorted and said he wasn’t her husband, that he was someone somebody had brought by and left there. It would have been comical if it hadn’t been so sad. When he came back into the room, he smiled ruefully and said, “She’s looking for her husband.” I told him I’d take the bill and see what I could find out when I got back to the hospital and left. I hated to leave him alone with her but he doesn’t want any other living arrangements.
The clerk had most of the information filled in on the application so all I had to do was verify it and checkmark that I don’t have any serious ailments. It’s good for another couple years. I had to put my height and weight so I put 63″ and 120 lubs. That’s erring on the high side but it’s an average. Some mornings the scales say 118, some 122. I struck a happy medium.
Think I’ll go to bed early tonight. It’s getting on toward 9:30. Good night!