I’m not that selfless, but it’s the perfect thing to eat on those days when there’s nothing much around to eat, and you’re hungry, and this is just about as good as anything you could imagining wanting to eat anyway. Those days, for, example, when you might just have ordered in a pizza, pre-celiac, pre-primal, pre-keto. Continue reading Real Good Pizza, greater
If I ever wind up on death row, I’ll get the best wood-fired traditional pizza ever as my last meal and hope the execution happens quickly before the celiac makes me wish it already had.
There are other gluten-free pizza options, and, let’s face it, I’m not interesting enough to do anything likely to get me a parking ticket, let alone sentenced to death row. So I need alternatives, people.
My doctor recommended CBD for pain relief. Cannabinoid oil. Yes, from cannabis.
In particular, she mentioned this company, because they use no solvents to extract CBD from industrial hemp. It is legal in all 50 states. It doesn’t make you high. You won’t get the munchies. It can erase pain
They follow up each order with a personal email. Then they randomly send me free samples. And information about the status of hemp in the US. No disclaimer here; it just happens. I decided to write about it today because I was so grateful to open up my last order.
I give the free samples to friends with chronic pain, but I hoard the lip balm. Sorry.
In the photo above, I ordered the syringe with the concentrated CBD. The rest they just sent. LIP BALM! (Although the sub-lingual drops are also like gold around here. Got through the flu on them–otherwise falling over because legs buckle, stabby pain from the chest down, (and other fun MS stuff.)
More of the tale of fixing the troubles I mention in last post: here is a drink from Peru that does wonders for my blood numbers (A1C is excellent these days), and is said to have many health benefits. For me, it’s a superb anti-inflammatory. Not bad with pisco or vodka either, but I’m off the hard stuff for a whole. And, yes, I had pineapple trimmings in that same freezer of doom. Why, you might ask, do I beg pineapple trimmings off people who eat pineapples? This drink.
This is made of purple corn, some pineapple peelings, and usually apples. Add spices and simmer for about an hour, until the drink is very deeply-colored. It’s a glass full of antioxidants. Just don’t spill it. It stains like heck.
I got the recipe from a Peruvian friend, and then tried to amp up the antioxidant value with some additions. No effect on taste, as the spices are pretty forward. Continue reading Chicha Morada
I remember as a kid the main screaming-point where the mother met the fridge was the fact that I didn’t screw on the jar lids tightly enough. Well, I expect the first few decades of that horrible behavior was laziness. Anything after about age 25 was probably MS.
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
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.