Today, I made a custom mix of supplements, some Ceylon cinnamon capsules, and the usual biotin test tubes. Here’s a slideshow about making capsules. I get my supplies at bulksupplements.com; I get the cinnamon from Penzey’s.
Yes, my medicine tray is a masala dhaba, a traditional stainless-steel Indian spice tray with seven cups and a lid. (Pfft to those “day-of-the-week” ones from the drugstore.)
I was on the Thrive blog reading this post about how home refrigerators are often much dirtier than you think. The refrigerators at work are usually something between a compost bin with a light, and something I can’t open without gagging. So, I’m particular about what goes on in mine. Continue reading Refrigerator helper
Happy St. Valentine’s Day. I got a “hug” today. How about you? #KissGoodbyeToMS.
Is it a Dr. Seuss character? Is it a whale? No, it’s . . .
A measure of a superfood that helps your knees, and about every other part of your body by reducing inflammation. Continue reading My name is the ORAC; I speak for your knees
Or not.
I can be unreliable. And wobbly. Maybe wobblier than you.
Arm yourself against ice and snow. Get some Yaks
(A welcome gift from a generous friend. <3)
My knee hurts today–I was in the “palliative” drawer, which I emptied for the previous post.
But this thing usually does the trick. TENS stands for “transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation” and it can greatly help with those MS pains that show up just about anywhere. Then they start hopping around like a barrel full of monkeys. Continue reading A perfect TENS
There, now you’ll recognize me if you see me out and about.
Oh, my.
My Amazon Echo can now order gluten-free pizza at my most casual utterance (!). She won’t answer the door and tip the delivery-person though. Lazy cylinder.
Unfortunately, that pizza comes with the standard warning, which is to say, it’s made in the same kitchen as everything else. The firm “DOES NOT recommend this pizza for customers with celiac disease.” Pffft. Continue reading Oh, yay! Oh, not!
Well, maybe not a rant, more like a long shudder . . .
I wrote about water quality some time ago.
Then I decided to make my own. Continue reading A new rant about water quality: home distilling
A friend of mine just back from the Vegas strip, wondered how he had that huge, yummy Porterhouse steak for only $7.
“What country did it come from?,” I asked.
The only answer for beef and pork you pick up in your local mega-mart from now on, might be — “dunno.”
(Thanks, Helen) Continue reading How to enjoy a snowstorm
Midway through a blizzard.
State of Emergency declared, (That means it’s illegal to drive unless you’re a snow plow, emergency vehicle, or going to the hospital.)
Still have heat, water, electric and internet.
And bytes and bytes of good books on the Kindle.
I wish this happened more often. Continue reading Perfect day
OK, folks. I’ve got the white powder. I’ve got the lab equipment. I’ve got the “I’m pissed off and I’m not going to take it anymore” attitude.
I got my OWN sack of pure pharmaceutical-grade biotin, and the tools to use it.
So, no longer stuck in this situation. Continue reading A new look for biotin, or, “Breaking Even”
Factor 75 is one of those pre-prepared meal delivery places with a DIFFERENCE. The specialize in paleo menus, which are by definition gluten-free; theirs are grass-fed and non-GMO to boot.They have vegetarian and dairy-free options too. Continue reading Great keto infographic (and post) from Factor 75
Not a fan of the product (I’d rather have the hippo), but I think this commercial is very cute: Continue reading Go keto, ladies. Have the hippo
Oh, crap. There’s a quiz today. Answer key below.
Pharmacy benefits managers. Commonly called PBMs.
They sound like such nice people, right? They manage your benefits to shepherd you to optimal health. They do their very best to save you money and improve the quality of your care. Through drugs.
No matter how effed-up your condition. Or despite what your OWN doctor (who by the way, spent about a decade in med school) thinks you need to help you. Continue reading Compounded medicine and insurance
Just to say up-front, I don’t know anyone at the Thrive Market (though they seem like very nice, thoughtful people), and I’m not getting anything in return for writing about them. I sure do intend, however, to pay up for a full membership when my trial period ends in three days, (which also happens to be New Year’s Eve). So that’s my disclaimer, which really doesn’t claim or dis anything. Maybe it’s a resolution.
Now begins the blog post:
I get most of my food , vitamins, and supplements delivered. From local stores, from big-name whole food chains, from the almighty Amazon (not going to insult your intelligence by providing a link for that one), from stupendous places such as Swanson‘s. Continue reading Thrive! I mean it.
I have to say that one side effect of LDN is deep, dreamful and restful sleep. You go into cat-time on LDN: Sleep, nap, Sleep, snack, nap . . . er, work). Honestly, if I don’t stand up in the morning in order to wake up sufficiently to stagger to the toothbrush, I could sleep all day.
Once up, thanks to toothbrush and a splash of cold water, though, I’m rested and alert, and ready to go.
However, once in a while, a switch seem to be flicked and I have periods of wakefulness. Usually this is short-lived. Continue reading First and second sleep: an occasion for meditation or medication?
Your insurance company no longer covers compounded medicines (such as LDN)?
Dump them. Continue reading Protect your right to compounded medicine
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