Friday, 8 July 2011

Aftertaste

Well, I seem to have got to the end of another school year. There have been times during this one when I really thought I wasn't going to make it.

Below are a sample of the random musings from my sugar-lite brain.

I found an article recently in a reputable journal detailing the effects of induced hypoglycemia in healthy individuals. The doctors found that intellectual function was not significantly impaired, but that ability to concentrate, respond to multiple stimuli and react at speed, all were. I find this to be true of the state I'm in too, yet my specialists say I don't exhibit "normal" signs of hypoglycemia. I'm sick of having to justify how ill I am. All I know is that I find my job increasingly difficult to do becuase of its resemblance to herding kittens, there are just too many things going on, my mind starts to freeze. If the doctors don't come up with something soon, I'm going to have to seriously consider a career change, I love my job, but I no longer have the faculties to do it well. I have serious issues with the protocols in the UK for measuring insulin concentration. Basically, it is expensive so they only send samples off to be analysed having first checked your blood glucose levels. This is daft, it is not measuring glucose concentration in the brain and is not done for medical reasons, it has meant every test I've had has been inconclusive, because there has not been enough insulin monitoring in each test to rule anything in or out. It ends up costing the NHS more because they keep having to repeat each test. Meanwhile, I'm growing old.

Visited a Russian Orthodox church recently, I was overwhelmed at its beauty and the fact that the priest graciously drew back the curtain in the iconostasis so we could see the altar and tabernacle. It was profoundly moving and so kind of our host.

Visited an Anglican cathedral recently. A party of school children were being encouraged to sit on the steps of the high altar, whilst one of their classmates was being dressed as a bishop and sat in the cathedra for a giggle and some pictures.

I'm summoning up the courage to cut my own hair. I hate going to hairdressers. Husband used to give it a trim every few months...it is beginning to get a bit of a mess. I don't quite trust all the self-help guides on youtube for cutting your own hair.

Why is it so difficult to buy soap-flakes from a shop? There 20 different kinds of fabric softener and I don't know how many different aromas for water in your steam iron, but nothing useful like soap. So many things just wash better in soap than more modern washing products. Yes, I'm definitely getting old.

Why can't I buy this stuff either?

Why does everything have to be minty? Who said minty means you mouth is clean? Minty is yeuch, and leaves me with an aftertaste, the original was best (but to be used sparingly).

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Actually blogging leaves a bit of an aftertaste when such a deep tragedy is welling up in the Horn of Africa.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hello Rita. I haven't been here in a while, but have been sitting reading many of the posts I hadn't seen.

I don't know much about your health issues, but reading this post, I found myself wondering if you've looked in wheat sensitivity? I just finished a book about wheat, especially modern wheat (which genetically is FAR removed from its ancestor) and am amazed and shocked by how many disorders are related to wheat, which is all too prevalent in the modern diet.

The book is Wheat Belly by Dr. William Davis, avail. on Amazon, and he has a support blog, www dot wheatbellyblog dot com

It might be worth looking into if you haven't already.

Anonymous said...

Sorry, the "choose an identity" didn't ask for my name/url

It's Robert Heath
http://users.isp.com/holychild/choir/home.html

from Massachusetts, USA.

...Didn't want to be anonymous.

Rita said...

Hi Robert,

Good to hear from you again. I've been tested for wheat intolerance...it isn't that, though I admit the symptoms are similar. It is something wrong with my endocrine sysetm, either in the brain (hypothalmus) or in my pancreas, either way it is proving a struggle to live with and a struggle to diagnose properly....such is life.

I've been reading a lot of the stories of saints' lives, they were nearly all ill with something or other, and got on with being saints without the interference of the medical profession...maybe I should just pretend I'm living in 16th century Naples and not 21st century England!