Praises for Vitamin D

About 5 years ago or so, I had a friend suggest a prescription for a heavy dose of Vitamin D.  Didn't think much about it at the time, but now it seems my friend was on the cutting edge and this is the new wonder drug.

My son and his son were taking a weekly class and this physician sat with us passing the time waiting for our kids. After several weeks of seeing him, one wintery night he said I looked like hell.  Pale, tired and worn out.  Of course I thanked him for his kind words but did admit I was feeling a little out of it.  He offered a prescription for a high dosage of Vitamin D.  Within 2 months, I felt great.  Seriously had more energy and kept taking the stuff for about 2 years.

Since that time I have heard a ton of research and reports on Vitamin D from NPR to family friends singing its praises.  Today in the Times, the research seems to be questionable.  I cannot say for sure that the actual Vitamin D made me feel better or if it was all suggestion.  But it seems to make sense.   Doesn't the sun provide us with Vitamin D.  And god do I love the sun!

I had a friend in Detroit who would often have to take a day off due to an inability to get out of bed.  After journalling his days, he found it was when he had no exposure to the sun.  He bought a sun lamp and believe or not, didn't take any more days off for that particular ailment.

Also had a friend whose daughter was exhausted with her joints hurting all the time.  Doctors seemed unable to accurately define her condition, until one mentioned her extremely low Vitamin D.  After a few months of high Vitamin D doses, she was feeling SO MUCH better.  No pain, no exhaustion.

My husband thinks I am crazy.  Research is questionable and maybe it is all just a matter of wanting an excuse to be tired, but I am a proponent.  At the very least, I can use this belief to justify a tropical vacation every March :-).

Impressive Performance

I admit it, I am addicted to the Grammy show.  So lame that I comment on every outfit and every performance like I am an E! correspondent.  Mostly it's just pop craziness but this past show had an amazing performance by Pink.

Not sure you are familiar with this star, but she has a rock hard body and an amazing voice.  Looks a little trashy with the tattoos and stance, but I like her.  This year she was suspended on a trapeze, upside down singing one of her latest hits.

Regardless of her musical talent, she was amazing in the air!  I could not believe it.  She spun around the entire time while singing.  I was dizzy just watching her.  How can one person have so much talent?

So now I am convinced that I should take a trapeze class.  Who's with me?  I think I will have trouble being upside down, but I am ready to risk it.  I thoroughly believe that I can do this and seem to think that after a few classes I will have a body like Pink.  Believe it or not, classes exist here in town.

Keeping Pace

I have a pacemaker.  It's been lodged in my chest for almost 6 years now and I hardly even know its there.  Except for the times I do and it irritates me.  I know I am being a baby and that people have real medical issues to concern themselves with, but I am going to feel a little sorry for myself this morning.

The thing was a pain this weekend.  First I bought an awesome dress to wear to a party Saturday night and I swear instead of noticing the great neckline, all I could see is the giant bump and scar.  I tried some scarf thing and even a ridiculously huge necklace, but decided to just let it shine hideously uncovered.

Sunday we went to see our newly born nephew (he is a doll!) and of course the pacemaker would not stop pumping.  When it goes off (which is about 6% of my heartbeats) it usually is only for a second or two.  Well wouldn't you know it the thing wouldn't stop - so it was uncomfortable and annoying for about 2 minutes.   I look ridiculous standing there with my hand over my chest waiting.  Thankfully I think the baby took all the attention so no one noticed the dumb look on  my face.

Then this morning I had to check in.  The device needs to be checked quarterly.  Fortunately I can do three of those checks at home from this silly looking plastic monitor.

 It only takes about 10 minutes,  which is pretty incredible as it is downloading my heart beats at something like 5 minute intervals for the past three months.  That's a lot of data.  A little invasive as well.  When I have to see the tech at the telemetry office, he always makes note of the times my heart is racing.  Think about it - my heart races when I am excited - does the tech really need that info?

I know I should be thankful and I am.  Bottom line is that I don't pass out anymore, which makes the people around me a lot happier.  Maybe I should just get a tattoo over it?  Any suggestions?