I'm pretty sure growing certain plants in the communal garden and laughing uncontrollably on my own in my flat would lead to legal consequences over here.
I make do with inhaling deeply when youngsters speed through the village, their windows open and their cars visibly trembling from improbably low bass like the vehicle is in imminent danger of cardiac arrest.
Eupatorium Cannabinum is native to the UK, but it's the wrong time of year for it. Preparations are so cost prohibitive they surely must be stored in a vault and delivered by burly men in bullet-proof gear.
I've just ordered some Pau D'Arco on KNenagh's suggestion, mostly for it's anti-inflammatory properties, but it's anti-microbial/parasitic properties may help if I have some ulceration, or bugs/creatures are causing my other symptoms.
BREAKNG NEWS: I've just successfully made a call-back telephone appointment (three millionth time lucky), but unfortunately it's with the idiot doctor. No one wants to consult with him if they can possibly help it, hence he was the only one with slots still available.
He once arranged my reserved call-back appointent to be made by the receptionist late on a Friday afternoon. She rang to tell me he was going on holiday and he might be able to help in a week, or two. I almost thought I could hear doubt in her voice, but surely I must have been mistaken.
Add veggie stock, bring to the boil, turn off heat, add oats to make a sticky dough.
When it's cool enough, add lava bread (finely chopped seaweed slime which looks improbable as a food stuff, but a likely horror movie specal effect), chopped herbs (I like lots of coriander, a fair amount of parsely and chives/garlic chives)...and get your hands in there squishing it all up until evenly mixed.
Make patties from the mixture, fry, bake, or grill with olive oil.
Serve on a slab of buttered wholemeal toast, with a sprinkle of seasalt flakes, a wedge of lemon and pen/paper on the side to draft your gratitude to me in your will.
I was practising a vegan version of a certain diet protocol, minus the foods I won't/can't eat, at the peak of my acid reflux in a bid to relieve other symptoms.
That means eating plenty of the veg you listed, minus the potatoes.
I don't think a lack of veg is the cause of my acid reflux, or eating more of it physically possible.
There's no one funnier than the self, it's true. We can see ourselves with the greatest clarity and even laughing at something else informs us of ourselves.
Well, that's my excuse for findng my own jokes funny, anyway.
I was just making light of the link you posted and I take on board your point that laughing being good for you is not a new concept.
Do we lose out for being reminded, or for turning it into a conscious exercise?
Yeah, it sounds loony, but there are different schools of thought.
There are claims that on digestion, lemon has alkalysing properties. That hasn't been backed up with evidence, but since when have you trusted science?
Lemon water has traditionally been used in Western and Asian cultures for treating a number of ailments including acid reflux. Not that chucking a slice of lemon in a pint of water is a traditional dosage.
Like I said, I don't know if it helped, but it certainly hasn't hindered. The easing off of symptoms might be to do with my continued withdrawal from medication, particularly the ones which had me talkng to god on the great white telephone.
Even the excruciating flare up of pain I have experienced from being med free has calmed down a smidge yesterday and today.
I would like to try CBD oil, but until I'm well enough to work, most things I'd like to try to get well enough to work are cost-prohibitive. I thought that was ironic, now I realise it's laughter yoga.
I haven't been able to get a doctor's appointment for about six months, either. We are very under-resourced here, with just a handful of appointents per day for a huge village.
CSers have been very helpful, mind. Generous too, sharing experiences, or like yourself, natural remedies.
My acid reflux has eased off. I haven't been brave enough to try lemon and bicarb, but a cowardly slice of lemon in my ever present glass of water may have helped.
Yes, the meds weren't healing like an antibiotic is.
They just relieved the symptoms enough for me to be a bit more functional...until the side effects and reactions reduced my functionality in other ways.
On the other hand, I don't know if the meds were preventing deterioration and long term damage.
I'd still rather try and find alternatives that are not so badass and actually being able to experience my true symptoms helps with that. I can be more mindful and I'm less confused by 'background noise'.
The side effects were also scarier than my own symptoms. I'm not afraid of death, I just want it to be a calm and interesting transition.
I find the best pain relief to be white wine. I probably shouldn't, but a brief holiday from the pain once in a while is an emotional tonic that keeps me sane.
It's also when my friend's nerdy husband uses old underpants to polish his inventions and waves them around when ethusiatically telling me about what he's made.
I was howling laughing at the 'Mooji' video earlier on in this thread when it suddenly shifted to howling crying.
I'm pretty sure it's withdrawal from all my meds that is causing my current emotional outbursts, although I own I'm frustrated by the whole illness/medication/no medication affair.
Whatever, it demonstrates your point even if I'm a bit "ffs " observing myself.
and/or <--- ridiculously interchangeable at the moment
RE: Laughter boosts the immune system and fights Covid.
I'm pretty sure growing certain plants in the communal garden and laughing uncontrollably on my own in my flat would lead to legal consequences over here.I make do with inhaling deeply when youngsters speed through the village, their windows open and their cars visibly trembling from improbably low bass like the vehicle is in imminent danger of cardiac arrest.
Eupatorium Cannabinum is native to the UK, but it's the wrong time of year for it. Preparations are so cost prohibitive they surely must be stored in a vault and delivered by burly men in bullet-proof gear.
I've just ordered some Pau D'Arco on KNenagh's suggestion, mostly for it's anti-inflammatory properties, but it's anti-microbial/parasitic properties may help if I have some ulceration, or bugs/creatures are causing my other symptoms.
BREAKNG NEWS: I've just successfully made a call-back telephone appointment (three millionth time lucky), but unfortunately it's with the idiot doctor. No one wants to consult with him if they can possibly help it, hence he was the only one with slots still available.
He once arranged my reserved call-back appointent to be made by the receptionist late on a Friday afternoon. She rang to tell me he was going on holiday and he might be able to help in a week, or two. I almost thought I could hear doubt in her voice, but surely I must have been mistaken.