And that’s enough, really. Back at ya.
Now, where’d I put that turkey…
Same to you bub, and many martini’s for you and yours (except for that pregnant wife of yours)
RE: Something To Write Home About
I’m thankful for a recent discovery vis-a-vis homeopathy.
I’d developed gastritis a couple of months ago. So I went to the doctor about it. He perscribed Prevacid. After 10 days on Prevacid, I developed what seems to be central sleep apnea.
For the uninformed, central sleep apnea is the result of a failure on the part of your brain stem to properly signal to lungs to expand and contract. You wake up in the middle of the night gasping for breath as if someone or something had been smothering you. And you can’t get back to sleep again. Each time you get close to sleep, you begin to gasp again, which wakes you up…hopefully. I get the distinct impression that this is a cause of people dying in their sleep, e.g., SIDS; their brains fails to send the necessary signals to the lungs to do their job.
I was getting 2-4 hours of sleep a night. After a week of this, I was a walking-talking zombie.
I stopped the Prevacid. No joy. I was still sleepless in Colorado. [Note: It's kind of interesting what your mind starts doing with lack of adequate REM sleep. But that's another story.]
I looked up the symptoms in Boericke’s Material Medica; a tome of homeopathy. I found several possible items to deal with it.
I tried the first, Lacheis muta (Bushmaster), which seemed to be the most likely candidate. The tome mentioned waking with a start and/or gasping. No joy. Indeed, I think it aggrevated the condition.
I tried the Gelsemium, the flower of some bush. It mentioned that there was slowness of breathing and could not get to fully to sleep. That night and afterwards there was a full nights sleep and no waking with gasping.
So, for all intents and purposes, THAT is what I’m most thankful for today
Happy Thanksgiving man.
Stephen & family,
Happy Thanksgiving to you too.
Oh, and what ever you do don’t ever liveblog a parade!
Geez, 4 days and no new posts? Do you think he survived the massive feasts?
The trick to surviving Thanksgiving is to stop eating when you hear dead relatives beckon.
“The trick to surviving Thanksgiving is to stop eating when you hear dead relatives beckon.” — ErikZ
Behold. I see my father.
Behold I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers.
They beckon to me. To join them in the halls of Valhalla, where the brave shall live forever.