Walk/Run June 3rd

 I'm putting this as a temporary post....part of.an email I got from the president of the washington state chapter of NF.  The first part was about the board meeting....PLEDGE IF YOU CAN

Walk / Run on June 3rd at Marymoor Park in Redmond.  

 I encourage you to ask for pledges within your circle of friends, your own networks, your childrens' schools, your jobs ---  reaching outside the NF arena as well   Information and pledge sheets are at http://www.wsnfsupport.org/ 

If each person collected $10 from just 10 people -- that's $100!  This is an easy, effective way to raise money for NF Ask the Doc, research efforts, advocacy in DC,  NF camp for kids, and educational scholarships for young adults with NF, mailings of brochures and booklets, as well as travel stipends to get people to our events.   Last year WSNF paid for the train ticket for a young man from Idaho -- to come to the NF Ask the Doc --who'd never even met someone with NF before!!!   That's the kind of work we can't put a dollar amount on... to Brandon, it was priceless. 

This year I understand we will be giving an I Pad  to the highest pledge raiser!  This is based on pledges brought to the event -- not pledges promised in the future.

Nintendo  has agreed to sponsor WSNF again this year for $5000!  They are quite fine with using the money to sponsor the Walk / run 2012!   That means we can build on the $5000 with little to no expense  and this money will benefit those that live with NF directly!

We all need help with the pledge raising.   Lets get this information on FaceBook, Twitter, and go viral!  

Inside/Out

It’s a glorious morning outside though it is suppose to rain for the next four days, including today.  But for now  the sun is shining, the sky is blue, the flowers are blooming and it’s a bit chilly.  Thought the weather report would be a fine way to start this entry. Yes, from where I lay, it is lovely.  The pain is kind of bad right now, but mornings are like that until my first dose kicks in.  I’ve been cutting back again.  Just can’t stand what they do to me, though the damage is already done. 

For the past three or four years, I’ve been one of the judges for a writing contest that is offered online.  Can’t say which one, in case someone who reads this enters it.  It’s fun to do and takes my mind off of things.  Plus, I love to read how other people write.  So if ever someone out there wants me to post something you’ve written, NF related or not, email it to me and I will post it as is….with or without your name, up to you!    Come on, it will be fun!!!

Okay, I think I have a plan for my digestive health now.  Instead of taking Miralax every day, I take it every other….I don’t want it to get too blocked of course, but taking too much (as I learned) isn’t good either.  The doc who said I could take “as much as I wanted” was wrong about that.  And I won’t go into why!!  Nothing  much more on the NF front lines, at least for me….today!

I keep my cell phone in the bathroom at night in case I fall in there in the middle of the night and can’t get to my phone.  So yesterday morning, it went flying out of my hands and landed in the drink (toilet).  Yuk.  Luckily, it was a clean bowl.  I fished it out, quickly dried it (though I forgot to open the back…until it was too late) and it worked fine for about 30 minutes….then it was toast.   The last thing I can afford is a new phone and they have you coming and going.  Every time one breaks, the one you have isn’t available anymore, and the cords are different…it’s maddening.  So I went to Verizon and was having a hissy fit about the cost and the poor guy was trying to help me (though it was taking a LONG time…he was on the computer looking up my data for at least 15 minutes and when you are in pain….well, you know. 

Anyway….it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.  You gotta open your mind to that, and I usually figure it out after the hissy fit.  So I bought the new phone, but because my minute usage is so low, and because I’m on the lowest plan possible, he told me I should buy pre-paid minutes and when I use them up, just buy more….that way, no phone bill every month…AND, based on what I use, $100 should last me a year!!  It’s a 25 cents per minute which sounds high, but as he pointed out, right now I’m spending $36 a month which comes out to a DOLLAR a minute!!!  Nuts, eh?  So now, I’m saving over $300 a year, if I keep the minutes as low as I have been.  So check into that if you use your cell for mostly emergencies/back up, like I do.  And I don't text.  No kids, no reason.   Though a friend just told me that in the event of a national disaster, voice mail might go down but texting won't.  I haven't a clue whether or not it's true.  I'll go to Snopes and find out!

I’m reading this great mystery by Jo Nesbo right now entitled “The Redbreast”  He’s written four or five mysteries…he’s Norwegian.  I love the mystery writers from Norway and Sweden.  Very complex stories, at least the ones I’ve read.   I’m going to start a “Favorite Books” list.  With so much time on our hands (if you are in pain like me), reading is fundamental to keeping your mind occupied.  At least for me.  I watch a lot of movies too, but during the day, I read until my eyes blur. 

A dear friend of mine just found out she needs knee surgery.  She has been a dancer all her life (not professionally, but she dances a lot) and now she has knee and foot problems.  I wish I could help her when the time comes, but thankfully, she has a husband, friends and neighbors who will be able to help her.  She is centrally located and if I’m having a good day, I could visit too if she wanted.  But she’s a bit scared, I am sure.  She said “I’m not use to this” which is true…she’s one of the healthiest people I know.

Blessings

Ida"s First Hello

When I was talking to my dad about my blog tonight, he was telling me how wonderful it was to read about his mother, Ida, one of my guides.  It reminded me of another story about her (there is one in the post “Day One”).  This was my first experience with her as a guide.

When Ida passed, she willed a diamond out of her wedding ring to me and one to my sister.  It was to be given to us on our sixteenth birthdays.  On mine, my parents had the diamond made into a beautiful silver pendant.  I wore that necklace around my neck 24 hours a day, seven days a week until I was 22.  Then disaster struck.  At least to me.  I had taken it off for a chest X-ray, and left it in the dressing room!  I didn’t even notice it was missing for a few minutes.  But by the time I made it back to the dressing room, it was long gone.   Everyone claimed to know nothing. 

That night, I went into my room and sobbed for hours.  I kept crying and saying out loud “I’m so sorry grandma….now you won’t be with me”  I was devastated.  In the middle of my meltdown, I suddenly took a quick, involuntary intake of breath and looked up.  I had heard her “voice” in my left ear (which was just a very loud thought…but in her voice, not mine).  She said “Sherri dear, you don’t need the necklace to have me close to you”

I was instantly drained of grief.  In fact, I was filled with joy.  My suspicions were confirmed.  The dead are accessible.  At least to me they are….well, the ones that count, and the occasional stranger, like the one I helped to get to the other side (First Encounter).  And she has kept that promise.  I didn’t need the necklace to have her near me.  She is always there.  Sometimes, it’s irritating…sorry dad.

 

Questioning

First, a short paragraph on the mundane.  I am so miserable this morning between the pain and my tummy, I had to cancel a two hour dental appointment (I’m sure they are not happy with me) because the pain will not subside, I didn’t sleep much last night and I feel like throwing up.  My heart is racing and I’m trying to meditate but without much success.  I’ll try again when I’m done complaining.  Okay.  I’m done.  Whew.

I had some interesting thoughts about life and death last night.  I got them from watching “The Hours”, one of my favorite movies.  It is so rich in character and story it helps to see it more than once.  It was a long time ago, but I picked up on things I missed the first time (or maybe just forgot (.it’s 10 years now).

There was this scene when Virginia Woolf’s niece asked her where you go when you die.  She answered “I suppose, back to where we came from”  The child replied “But I don’t remember”  And Virginia said “Nor do I” 

I started thinking about that concept (and for the benefit of this piece, I’m going to assume there is a “there” there) which of course, drove me crazier than I already am..   What about memory?  Here’s my theory, for what it is worth.  I think the moment we leave the womb, we DO remember, but it starts to fade immediately, and within a few months, or perhaps a year or two, we have forgotten completely.  It could explain the “invisible friend” syndrome that a lot of kids have.  They remember longer.

And maybe that is why we cry so loud when we are born.  Or part of the reason.  We didn’t want to leave; and for some of us, with good reason.  Do babies who ‘know’ their lives are going to be one challenge after another cry more?  Are they colicky?  Sick a lot?  And how about healthy happy babies?   You hear parents say “She/he is such a good baby….never fusses, etc. or the opposite.   And when they grow up?  Parents will say; “He/she was always such a sweet/horrible kid…doesn’t surprise me he/she is such a mess/success now.

Some grow out of it, some don’t.  Why is that?  Do the ones who know their lives are going to be hard, no matter how nice they look on the outside, have a more difficult time adjusting to life on Earth,.  And then there are the ones who  look like life will be torture grow up happy, productive and well adjusted?  What is that? Did we all get sprinkled with fairy dust or devil dust that determines direction?  Or is it our souls that want the best for our bodies, whether we get it or not?

I know that while my body isn’t the most important thing, it seems to me that while on Earth, that it actually is.  At least we need to do the best that we can with it.  Even if it has NF.  And that’s the difference.  I don’t have NF; my body does.  Nor did I have breast cancer, digestive issues, bad teeth, mononucleosis, scarlet fever and a gazillion other challenges.  “I” is just the ego.  Everything else is spirit.  And if can get in touch with my spirit and let go of the pain, the losses, the isolation and everything else, including feeling like I cannot do this ONE MORE DAY then I’m okay.  But getting there is harder and harder to do.

I pray for death all the time but it never comes.  Which makes me think I’m missing something.  So when the moment comes, one can assume we have done whatever we are put here to do, even if your ego thinks you haven’t  (if you buy that as opposed to chance).  But what about massive deaths like in a natural disaster, a plane crash or a shooting rampage?  Are all those people ready to go back to where they came from because they have done what they had to do?  Were they put in harms way on purpose?  This is where “chance” vs. “ready” comes to play, I guess.  I don’t pretend to know the answers.  But asking the question is important, I think, especially if you are sick and have the time to ask.

And if you don’t have a lot of time to spare, make time for this.  It’s good for you, no matter what you believe.  Challenge yourself.  Whatever stand you take, take the opposite view for a few hours and question your beliefs.  You don’t’ have to change you mind;  but questioning existence is good for the mind (which few could argue exists) the body (which I’m pretty sure exists, though I could be wrong) and the soul (which is the real argument for some)

I’m trying to hard to let go of everything and just follow my breath.  I’m listening to my meditation CD, which I should be doing without doing anything else (like writing this) but I can’t.   Is life/death a continuing circle of coming here and going back “there” wherever “there” is?  Or do we get some time to heal? 

Who can say?  Truth be told, since I feel spirits around me (I write about it often) I do believe in the unbelievable.  And if we don’t believe in the unbelievable, what would happen to faith??

The World to Come

I promise this is not an extension of my oh-so-depressing previous post.  More of a philosophical consideration of the (if there is one) afterlife. Or, the World to Come, The Other Side, Heaven, etc.  Gosh, it sure does have a lot of names, for something that might not even exist.  That’s interesting in itself…how can something that might be nothing have so many names?  Kind of funny.  Of course, Santa Claus goes by more than one name, as does G-d.   Hmmmm.  And we all know how many names pain has….but that we know is real.  Or is it?  Okay, I won’t go there.

Where was I…oh yeah.  A question I’d like to pose to anyone who is interested in partaking….just write your response in the comment section at the end of the post.  Here it is, ready:  With regard to your own death, do you want to see it coming (within any time period, but particularly, if you KNOW you only have a few minutes)  OR do you want it to be sudden, unexpected, and  totally unaware of  what is happening ( later, we can have fun thinking about what it would be like to not know you are dead)

Okay, that’s it.  If interested in this, perhaps you’d like to read my  post “First Encounter” which had to do with my experience as a “Ghost Whisperer” (though it only happened with one dead person.  It was a three time event, different places each time,  and in the end, I helped her cross.  It was an overwhelming and I felt good about it for maybe five seconds.  Then I started second guessing my role, thinking maybe I had no business doing that and maybe she wanted something more that I didn’t understand.  After all, I could see her lips moving but never actually heard her speak.  But I didn’t try very hard to understand either.  I just did what someone told me to do.  But who was I to decide what she needed?

After that, and still sometimes, I could “see” people from the other side all around me…usually only with my eyes closed; it wasn’t like on television (except for that one person) but I definitely could see them, though I rarely could talk to them.  It was so clear, and WAY before the meds so don’t go there.  In fact, all the medication has suppressed my ability, which saddens me.  I would have figured out a way to communicate.  I do know this: the separation between here and there is literally veil thin. 

I sometimes can put my hand up, think about my mother, and feel pressure on my hand; I have felt her hand on my left shoulder, her breath in my left ear.  Usually when I call her or am having a difficult time.  My aunts from my dad’s side are there too, as is my paternal grandmother.  She was the first and only adult to talk to me about death as if I were a grown up.  I was 11 at the time.  She passed when I was twelve..    But she told me not to be afraid, that it was just a different world.  I have never been afraid of death, thanks to her.

If you like, go back and read my post about my helpmates…can’t think of the exact title, but helpmates is  in there.  It explains who they all are to me.  So you see, it’s very confusing for me.  I have all these experiences, and yet, my human experiences sucks the big one.  I can’t enjoy a damn thing.  I hear people talking about their vacations, their this, their that, and my mind can’t get around it.  I’m not even jealous of it; I don’t really care, but I would like to feel pain free.  That’s the only thing I covet.  Being well.

A few years ago my sister took me to the hospital for some minor thing.  They gave me a spinal block and afterward, it was still working; We were in the car going home and I was feeling so good, I couldn’t figure out why.  And then it hit me.  I wasn’t feeling pain.  I started crying.  We ate some lunch and I enjoyed it until I felt the effects wearing off.  It was like some Scifi movie where you get well but the effects don’t last.  Only it was real.

So that’s what I covet.  And maybe, having the ability to have these experiences happens because I’m so tied to just a few things; reading, writing, movies and limited outings to shop or see doctors, I just don’t have the same distractions as everyone else (work, family, etc.) so I’m able to do tune in to the channel a lot of people don’t believe exists.  But I’m here to tell you it does.  And yet I continue to scream and yell that we just don’t know.

One More Child

Not one of my more uplifting pieces, so skip it if you want to read a positive post

The days are long, the nights longer, when one is in pain 24/7.  When, after years of opioid medication, nothing seems to reach out and touch the pain but rather, it only makes all of my systems worse and no longer operational.  It is official: I now have a neurogenic bladder and bowel.  The fun never stops!  I try and breathe, rich in the knowledge that if done correctly, it does help a little bit.  But with my heart rate and blood pressure high after decades of being low (well, my heart rate has always been high, but my BP always low), I feel feverish all the time now too.  And I actually have a low grade fever all the time.

And try as I might, keeping my mouth shut when talking to my dad, my friends, etc., is difficult.  I know it’s the isolation that prompts me to complain all the time.  I wish I were stronger in that regard.  I wish I could just keep taking the hits, but after years and years of this, I’m at my wits end, as they say.  And my dreams have been awful.  People in my life who have died seem to be ‘visiting me’ in my dreams.  Maybe they are preparing me.  That would be nice.

I of course have moments when the old me pops out, but not very often anymore.  I spoke with a friend I haven’t talked to in a few weeks and blurted out all the awful things that have been happening, being defensive about something she said (that didn’t call for me being defensive) and then feeling like crap afterwards.  Happens a lot with her.  And she has a bundle of troubles herself.  It seems like my friends keep their health challenges to themselves;  perhaps they are stronger then me, perhaps they think their problems pale in comparison (NOT true) or perhaps they just have full lives otherwise, and therefore don’t dwell on the ugly side of life.  I wish I could be like that!

I’m just having a very, very hard time seeing anything good right now  I pray.  I meditate. I read til’ my eyes blur, I watch movies.  I applied for more help and will get food stamps soon.  But the extra help I think I might need in the future, I can’t apply for quite yet.  I have ‘too much’  money.  $1,300 that took TEN YEARS for me to squirrel away; now I have to earmark it for my funeral expenses and can’t touch it if I want in home care.  But I don’t think I need that right now.  It could come at any moment and I want to be prepared.

I’m exhausted from all that it took for me to get the paperwork together, drive all around creation getting the receipts I needed from the bank, my utilities, the pharmacy, my providers….it was a nightmare physically.  THAT’S the kind of help I needed but couldn’t get…help getting the help.  And yes, I know that compared to the rest of the world, I’m doing fine.  Compared to the rest of the world, I have what I need; a roof (for now) food, medicine.  I am grateful for that, I really am.  But I’m tired of being tired, tired of being in pain and tired of fighting.  If that’s a sin, I guess I’ll burn in hell.  Luckily, I don’t believe in that concept.

Resistance Turns Pain to Suffering

The daily meditation I’ve been doing, mostly to Stephen Levine CD’s, makes me aware of how hard it is to soften to the pain (as he describes it).  I clench a lot, which makes the pain worse and turns pain to suffering.  Not resisting it helps.  It seems counter intuitive to NOT resist pain, and it is.  But if you try and do the opposite of what your body does (clenches against the pain) the suffering and even the pain, will lessen.  It’s true, I’ve done it, but I have to relearn it every day until it becomes intuitive NOT to resist the pain.

Why would you not resist the pain, you ask?  Well, if you try to soften to the pain by relaxing whatever part of the body that is in pain (my whole lower body, my jaw) the pain really does lessen a bit.  But you have to be aware of it ALL THE TIME if you are in pain all the time, like me.  I’ve often written that pain is just something the body does, but suffering is a choice.  Well, it is and it isn’t.  It’s only a choice if you choose not to try and have mercy on the pain.

Loving-Kindness is not easily practiced, especially when turned inward.  Letting the discomfort just be there, without pushing it away is not an easy practice.  But if you try, you just might be able to live with the pain a little better.  Because if you are like me, the pain is going nowhere. 

I still haven’t decided if my NF and all that comes with it is there to teach me something in this life, of if the gene that mutated just did what it did; I mean, how many of us win the genetic lottery like Angelina Jolie?  That’s why I am so against looking at those people and feeling rotten because we got the ‘short end of the stick’.  In reality, unless you are a close personal friend  of the genetic lottery winners, you haven’t a clue what their lives are really like, what they suffer from, etc.  So don’t go there (even though I brought it up).

Whatever the case, I need to figure out a way to live with the pain, the constipation, the change in my blood pressure, heart rate, the cancer (breast, 2005), the rare stomach disorder I had in 2007 that required surgery, the horrible teeth, locked jaw, all the diseases I’ve survived which are too long to list and whatever hasn’t hit me yet.

So I’m meditating.  I’m trying to love myself as I am, and as I’m not.  Sending mercy and forgiveness into every sensation and softening to it each and every moment of every day.  Being conscious of it is the hardest part of all.  Especially when all of the sudden, even my Miralax stopped working.  Also, my insurance won’t pay for a refill but once a month, and I need it more than that.

Karen Drucker

Class A Doctor

I actually got into the Digestive Diseases Clinic at the University of Washington today, after that horrific experience I had scheduling the appointment.  They had a cancellation.  I met with Dr.Rahul Kuver, who was wonderful!   It feels so good to write a positive experience with a doctor.  Most of my experiences at the U, while not horrible, are not always very satisfying either, and until today, I didn’t understand exactly why.  I mean, all of the staff and most of the doctors are kind and very accommodating when it comes to my issues (needing to lay down, etc.), but it's frustrating not to get answers.  As I always write, doctors heal, and if we can't be healed, they want to move to someone they can heal.  I get that.  Still, a few extra minutes explaining things makes all the difference in the world!!

Dr. Kuver spent a lot of time explaining to me exactly why my bowels are giving me such a hard time, and even connected the dots between that and my sudden increase in blood pressure and pulse rate.  He said it’s all part of the same system.  While it’s depressing that nothing can be done about it, he did say that I could take Miralax everyday with no problem, because there isn’t anything bad in it (which I knew, but it was nice to hear).  He was gentle, patient and detailed in his explanation of my situation.

While I didn’t exactly feel like jumping for joy, at least I got answers from someone who truly seemed to care.  Plus he was really good looking.  Too bad I’m old enough to be his mother (and he was married).  But I never notice those things anymore because I feel so old, ugly and damaged.  That’s why I never settled with anyone.  It use to be young, ugly and damaged.  I need to re-read “Bumps of Beauty” which I wrote 12 years ago.  I’m not one to take my own advice, I guess.

I guess I knew that my bowels have now become neurogenic, just like my bladder.  So now I have yet another issue to monitor daily.  And since it always feels like I have to empty my bowels, leaving home for long periods is out of the question.    One more thing.  One more thing.  One more thing.  And another one bites the dust (system).  I thought emptying my bowels would lower my blood pressure, but nooooooooooo.   And I have high cholesterol too.

People often say they would like to die in their sleep.  Just drift off and never wake up.  To me, that would be scary.  I had this nightmare last night that someone I know was trying to kill me.  I sometimes think that dying in your sleep would be like that; a nightmare you can’t wake up from….and if you’re dead, it would be an eternity of not waking up from the nightmare.  That’s stretching it, I know.  Still, I think I want to see it coming.  Or maybe not.  Sigh.

Channeling Optimism

Ah, suffering the slings and arrows of a loud cat.  Oliver has taken to meowing right in my ear, in his unabated effort for cat treats, which I dole out too generously (though he thinks me stingy).  I’m so glad I didn’t have children.  I’d have ended up institutionalized and the kid would have filed for early emancipation at the age of 12.  G-d does indeed work in mysterious ways.

I just finished that book I was reading about Alice Herz Sommer.  It was amazing.  Now I want to read the one she wrote.  As much as I try to remain optimistic in the face of my growing health challenges (and some say I am very optimistic, all things considered), I think I need to start channeling her into me.  But she’s still alive; and I don’t think you can channel living people.  Of course, this is assuming you can channel anyone in the first place.  Sigh.  Life is so confusing.

Two people having the same experience but completely different interpretations of that experience is something we are all aware.  But how does one remain so indelibly positive when things are rotten all over?  “I’m a born optimist” Alice Herz Sommers declares.  In the book I just read about her life (the title is a post or two down….can’t think of it and I returned the book to the library).  It touches on why she thinks she got through her experience in a concentration camp with optimism. 

And here I am, laying on a comfortable (and new) couch.  I just ate dinner, which I was able to make.  I have access to medical care and the medicine I need.  I have friends, and I have family.  I have very little money, but I am rich in oh so many ways.  Does all that make the pain go away?  No, it does not.  But this knowledge, if I think about it everyday,  keeps me out of the “suffering” category.  Pain and Suffering DO NOT go hand in hand.

You look at the faces of people in improvised lands and many are smiling for the camera.   In the west, in Europe right now (and I’m sure in the US as well) people are committing suicide due to the economic “downturn’ which is really a world wide depression.  When you fall from very high up, it is much more traumatic than it is if you have nothing to start with.  The big difference for me is the cost of the healthy choices I’m making food wise.  Though I’ve always eaten healthy food, I’ve taken it up a notch or two.  I’ve never roasted beets before; I’ve always liked fresh beets, but had no clue how to make them.  So I went online.  You can find anything online.

I still eat chocolate, although now nothing lower than 70% cocoa, and no more than 12 grams of sugar.  That’s up from my normal amount.  I will not buy anything with more than 9 grams of sugar.  I’m repeating myself, I know.  I’m having a senior moment.

So, we shall see.  I need to stop worrying about everything that is out of my hands.  As soon as I ‘get’ that we are all going to die, I relax a little.  It’s the in between birth and death that’s the challenge, right?  Then hopefully, my should will ADVANCE and I will not need to return.  As Freda Kalo wrote “I hope my exit is joyful and I wish never to return”

Preparing

There has been a lot written about how to ‘survive’ a catastrophe, be it man made or a Mother Nature event.  Water, food, etc.  And of course, medication.  As tornado season is upon us, I thought I’d add my two cents worth.  I have always kept my meds in a plastic container that I keep close at hand.  My back up meds are in a bag where I can reach it too.   A ‘grab and go’ kind of thing.  Make sure yours are somewhere accessible, though by definition of a catastrophe, what is accessible now may not be.  Just do your best to choose.

But truth be told, I would not want to survive something catastrophic.  I would not want to survive something that would render me without a place to be comfortable.  So in case of such an event, having a bottle of water and all my pills is all I need.  But that’s because I’m ill.  If I were well, I’m not sure how I would feel.

Okay, here’s an update from my “Medical Sadism” post.  I finally got the referral to be seen in the Digestive Diseases clinic at the U.  I called to make the appointment, and now they tell me they aren’t even scheduling any further out right now, and I have to call back next week.  If it weren’t so pathetic, it would be funny.  I feel like Dorothy, who had to go back for the broom from the wicked witch of the west.  Only I need a broom from the one in the north, the south, the east and every other corner of the globe.  My appointment won’t be until mid June when they finally make it (no exaggeration; they are booked until the end of May, which is why they aren’t taking more appointments now).  By then, whatever is causing my digestion to not respond to much of anything (even when I do manage to eliminate, it’s not much) will have progressed even more.

I realize it is probably the opiates, but the abrupt change has me questioning it.  I’m eating everything that would cause a normal person to stay close to a bathroom for days on end.  Beets, papaya, leafy dark greens, plums, kiwi, strawberries. And fresh fish, quinoa (my only grain besides the occasional slice of toast….seedy bread).  My food bill is through the roof and I’m only feeding myself.  Oliver gets his own brand of health food.  He seems to do fine in that department.  Maybe I should try a litter box.

A while ago, I bragged about how my method worked wonders…and it did, for four years.  I am thankful for that, believe me.  If you are having problems and haven’t tried this method, I suggest you do.  It’s 500 mg of magnesium in the morning with ½ cup of yogurt and fresh seasonal fruit, sprinkled with flax seed meal.  The meal, not the seeds, though that might work too.  They just get stuck in your teeth.  Then repeat the magnesium in the evening.  My constipation cleared up in THREE DAYS.  After years of dealing with it, I was cured!!!!  But alas, it stopped working.  I thought it was the brand of the magnesium, but I don’t think so now.

Suggestions, anyone?