It’s Getting Old
The gray days are getting old. The month is closing with very few hours of sun. It may be an old wive’s tale . . . or perhaps not. My metal parts are bucking. Whatever has been attached to the screws and joints are not playing well with the “whatever.” What I have been doing is ramping up water intake to flush inflammation out of my body. Taking many potty breaks hardly gives me any time to settle in in the sewing studio.
The sewing studio had company today. The morning visitor had much to visit about and it was like a breath of fresh air. A new perspective for the morning. This afternoon the visitor came with two dozen fresh farm eggs. Marcia is awaiting neck surgery. The kicker is that she needs to be nicotine free for 30 days before they will approve the surgery.
Marcia is trying something that her surgeon offered for advice that he has given to severe asthma patients. I had never heard of this before. Why would we not have heard of it as asthma has been in our vocabulary for many decades. The advice was to take 1/2 of a measuring teaspoon diluted in a cup of orange juice. The solution is to take inflammation out of the lungs. For a smoker the cleansing of the lungs, it make take away the urge to smoke. I did look it up on the computer and it may have merit for both instances.
The days go well when I remain busy. Busy hands demand a fair amount of concentration. It is very difficult to dwell on aches and pains when the mind is preoccupied.