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Six Things Saturday

  1. I’m sick. I don’t know exactly what’s going on, but something is wrong. I haven’t been able to eat a meal since Wednesday afternoon. On Friday, I packed myself a lunch. At lunch time, I heated it up and had ONE spoonful. That was all I could take. A few minutes later, I forced two more. That was it.
  2. Today, my little cousin went back to his mother. His dad asked me to accompany him on the plane ride. It was nice to be able to take him, and chat with him. He had a little moment of crying, saying that he wanted to stay with his dad, but it didn’t last long.
  3. My aunt is like a doctor without the degree. She knows all kinds of home remedies and can diagnose things like nobody’s business. Yesterday, she looked in my eyes (the pink part you see when you put your finger right under an eye and pull down). She can see iron levels by the colour. Usually, she just tells me, “Yeah, your iron is low.” That time, she said, “You’re anemic!” I said, “That’s news?” Hahaha. I am feeling a bit lightheaded these days though. It sucks being alone when you feel like crap, doesn’t it? My cousin checks on me every now and then though, so it’s okay.
  4. Babe is still away. She’ll finally be back on Monday. YAY!
  5. Some weird things are going on in our apartment. We’re finding out just how much the owner sucks. She doesn’t respond well to the issues we bring to her attention, and it’s really getting old. Time to move on, I think.
  6. It’s super hot. I think that may be contributing to how I’m feeling. Weak, tired, and no appetite. I’m trying to drink lots of water. I got two bottles of Gatorade from my aunt’s house last night. I’m drinking a mouthful every now and then, just to get something in my system. I do NOT want to end up laying up in a hospital on a drip like last time. I can usually tell when I’m heading down that road, and it’s not good!

Oh, how about a bonus thing? I decided on the writing competitions I’ll enter for the rest of the year. Now I just have to get cracking with the writing and editing of my work. I thought I’d get lots done this week, but health issues deterred me. Bummer! Hope to make up for it after a nap today, and tomorrow while at FamJam. Hopefully my appetite makes an appearance tomorrow. If not, my family will notice, and will probably take me straight to the hospital. Gross!

What are you up to this weekend?

Cardio/Strength Workout

personal growth / Tumblr – StumbleUpon.

Ok, who wants to do this with me? I’m planning to start on Tuesday.

How Bad Are Drugs and Alcohol?

Day 20: Your views on drugs/alcohol

I’m not a fan of either one. I feel slightly more strongly about one than the other, but I know that I shouldn’t. Because they’re one in the same. Alcohol is a drug. And it should be viewed as such. But it’s not.

People like to say, “Everything in moderation,” but I like, “Really?! EVERYthing?!” Maybe not. Crystal meth in moderation. Cool beans. NO. NOT REALLY.

Some part me feel like people should stick with what is legal. Drugs are bad. Don’t do any of them. Alcohol is fine. Drink. Get drunk. Get loose. Just don’t drive. But wait. If you’ve had so much to drink that you can’t safely operate a vehicle, you’ve definitely had too much. If you’re doing things you won’t remember tomorrow, and wouldn’t have done if you hadn’t had so much to drink, you’ve had too much. But now… Think about this. What about SUGAR?! Imagine a regular 5 year old. Maybe 20 minutes after a nice, healthy breakfast. Okay. Now imagine the same 5 year old after a birthday party where lots of cake, candy, and ice cream was consumed. That 5 year old is probably doing things he/she wouldn’t do without the encouragement of a sugar rush. He/She has had too much. Bouncing off the walls. Is that any better than a person having too much to drink, and acting out of character? Not really, eh? It’s all unhealthy. So maybe moderation is best. Or maybe we should stay away from all of these things that have the power to take over our systems and turn us into different people.

Anyway, overall, I’m completely against the use of substances that cause harm to the body, mind, or spirit. We need to keep ourselves in the best of health. It’s difficult to know what is best because the rules keep changing. Wheat is good, wheat is bad. There are drugs (medicines) that make people feel better and ease symptoms, but have side effects that could cause death. Who’s to say that’s any better than illegal substances that make a homeless person who feels his/her life has no value feel better able to function and deal with the troubles of the world?

This seems like a question that should have a pretty cut and dry response, but it’s not so simple when you really think about it, is it? Be completely honest. Be logical. Be practical. Be literally. Idealistic, even. Really, truly THINK about it. The only thing you can really be sure of is what seems/feels right FOR YOU.

For me, illegal drugs are not an option. I’m not even down for marijuana. Now, if I had cancer, and it could cure me, or relieve me of horrible death-like symptoms, LIGHT ME UP A JOINT. I’ll smoke it. But I’ve never smoked anything in my life, and don’t plan on it. Alcohol is nothing special to me. I don’t make plans to go out and get “totally wasted” or anything. BUT. I love me some tequila. And I have had a few drunken nights. I much prefer being a little tipsy and remembering the fun I had though. Drunkenness isn’t my best state of being. That’s just me. Probably not the same for you.


What do YOU think? Ever done drugs? Do you consume alcohol regularly? Are (illegal) drugs and alcohol much worse than medicinal drugs, sugars, and other things in our diet that seem to be slowly killing us?

Iron Like a Lion

Day 15 – Something or someone you couldn’t live without because you’ve tried living without it.

I couldn’t live without iron. I have iron-deficiency anaemia, and it can get pretty nasty. It’s the most common type of anaemia, but mine is a little strange. It seems that my body doesn’t store iron. Not only that, it has a bit of difficulty in absorbing iron in the first place. This means I have to intake more iron than the average person. Even more than most anaemic people. It really becomes difficult since, generally, I don’t eat red meat. I try to eat beef every now then since it’s the only meat I can stomach aside from chicken and turkey. I can’t eat beef everyday, so I supplement myself with spinach, apples, raisins, oatmeal, etc.

There have been a few times that my iron has been quite low. My iron level should be between 30 and 100, and the first time it dropped really low was when I was in university. I was extremely tired, had frequent headaches, found it difficult to concentrate, etc. Finally, I went to the doctor. After testing, the doctor told me she had no idea how I was able to stand up, let alone walk across campus to her office. My iron was at 4. Now the thing about iron is that it drops quickly, but it takes forever to build it back up. I had to visit the doctor every week, and she wasn’t pleased with how slowly it was increasing, especially considering the amount of tablets I was taking. I did all the little tricks like taking B12, and taking vitamin C at the same time as the iron supplements. Nothing worked. It became clear than my body was not responsive to the pills anymore. What did this mean? SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS! And not the fun kind.

Another time, when I was living off campus, I felt near-death. My mother called me one day, and just from the way I sounded, she became upset. She called my grandaunt and asked her to call me and see if she could figure out what was going on. Eventually, my great-grandmother and dad were calling me too. They all decided that I sounded awful. My mother later said that I sounded “like you didn’t have another minute to live!” Somehow, I made it to the hospital where they discovered that my iron was low AND my blood sugar level dropped (probably because I had no energy to make myself anything to eat.) I got iron shots, and IVs. It was great. My great-grandmother, mother, and father all hopped on a plane and travelled 9 hours to get to me. By the time they got to me, there was nothing left to do but wait for my iron level to go up. They sat with me day after day as I stayed curled up on the couch, covered by blankets. (With my iron so low, I was always freezing.) My dad force-fed me various things including beets (Yum!) and Guinness (YUCK!). He literally FED me. And HELD DRINKS WITH STRAWS for me. Carried me around. Even things that tasted good, I didn’t feel like eating or drinking. I can’t really describe the feeling of complete weakness.

That was the last time my iron has ever been that low. I don’t know what the level actual was, but I know that I need not ever feel that way again. Since that experience, I found an amazing product that’s all natural and keep my iron where it needs to be. A little every morning, the right combination of vitamins, and iron-rich food in every meal, and it’s smooooth sailing. Most of the time. I snack as much as possible during the day on things like yummy mixes, apples, and fruit snacks with the occasional sweets (to keep the sugar up and maybe give me some fake energy). I also drink VitaMalt when I think my meal may be a little lacking in iron-enrichment.

So, yeah. I need iron in my life. The snacks and food I’ve mentioned and the magic liquid iron probably save my life daily. I DID try living without, and I ended up quite… Lifeless.