As I have improved little by little over the last week or so, I've been thinking more about what could have triggered my illness, and I have a prime suspect.
Nuts. You know, those little salted things that come in a can. Mr. Peanut. Cashews.
I recently read an article in Time magazine about how some chemical found in nuts (and other things) is good for the body. And in thinking about how slow my digestive system has become, I remembered that when I ate nuts when I was a kid, it was effective in speeding up the system. And then some. So I decided to get some nuts and had a party or two with them while writing at the office. A new kind of junk food.
One or two of those parties, I know, took place in the days before the Green Bay trip, and another came right afterward, which may have prolonged things. I don't know if it's true--I can only guess. I only know that since I put the nuts away, I've been getting better. Maybe my system was saying nuts to the nuts.
In any case, I can take a hint. I don't care what Time magazine says.
Friday, September 5, 2003
Wednesday, September 3, 2003
Just catching, etc.
Back again. Haven't written for a while. We took a trip to Green Bay on about Aug. 21--see the Packers, hit a bunch of stores--and maybe get my notebook.
Every stop was very long. The fabric place. The Packer Pro Shop. The book store. The department store. The used game place. And by the time there was only one stop left on the list--Best Buy--I wasn't up to it. It was in the upper 80s, and while the car's AC kept conditions tolerable for driving, I guess I had picked up a bug or something along the way, and the exhaustion from all that walking may have made matters worse.
Anyway, I was feeling sick to my stomach by then and just drove past the exit for the Best Buy and along the trip home. I had to stop several times--once for a nap and several times to hit the bathroom. We made it back, but I was feeling wiped out. Maybe it was the five Arby's roast beef sandwiches my wife and I teamed up on for lunch.
For the next few days, I was feeling weak and tired. My guts were bothering me. Maybe I ate too much? The system wasn't working right. Headaches. Trouble sleeping. Trouble shitting--my already sluggish system was running all the worse. Heart beating hard. Trouble walking without feeling dizzy.
It got better in a few days, but very gradually. By the time of the first football games I had to cover--back to back games last weekend--I was able to walk up and down the sidelines for about 2 1/2 hours each. It's gotten better since, but I still don't feel _that_ strong and peppy.
I'm trying to cut back on how much I eat, but recently (in the last month, both before and after the GB trip), I haven't done such a good job of saying no. I'm doing better this week, but not as good as I want to.
And I haven't felt much like writing. A bunch of reasons, but this illness is the main one. As I get to feeling better, I should be writing more frequent and more interesting entries. They can't be more dull than this one.
No developments on the computer, by the way. I wonder ...
Every stop was very long. The fabric place. The Packer Pro Shop. The book store. The department store. The used game place. And by the time there was only one stop left on the list--Best Buy--I wasn't up to it. It was in the upper 80s, and while the car's AC kept conditions tolerable for driving, I guess I had picked up a bug or something along the way, and the exhaustion from all that walking may have made matters worse.
Anyway, I was feeling sick to my stomach by then and just drove past the exit for the Best Buy and along the trip home. I had to stop several times--once for a nap and several times to hit the bathroom. We made it back, but I was feeling wiped out. Maybe it was the five Arby's roast beef sandwiches my wife and I teamed up on for lunch.
For the next few days, I was feeling weak and tired. My guts were bothering me. Maybe I ate too much? The system wasn't working right. Headaches. Trouble sleeping. Trouble shitting--my already sluggish system was running all the worse. Heart beating hard. Trouble walking without feeling dizzy.
It got better in a few days, but very gradually. By the time of the first football games I had to cover--back to back games last weekend--I was able to walk up and down the sidelines for about 2 1/2 hours each. It's gotten better since, but I still don't feel _that_ strong and peppy.
I'm trying to cut back on how much I eat, but recently (in the last month, both before and after the GB trip), I haven't done such a good job of saying no. I'm doing better this week, but not as good as I want to.
And I haven't felt much like writing. A bunch of reasons, but this illness is the main one. As I get to feeling better, I should be writing more frequent and more interesting entries. They can't be more dull than this one.
No developments on the computer, by the way. I wonder ...
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