I went home a little bit early yesterday feeling like crap, but I feel much better
after a calm evening. I can tell because I'm looking forward to camping in Death
Valley instead of dreading it.
I still don't know whether to believe
in the blood type diet, but I will say that they nailed both me and Rudder in the
matter of meat and exercise. Basically, he feels best when his life includes lots
of both. I confine my red meat to occasional steaks or hamburgers, or a little
ground or shredded beef in Mexican food. Large hunks of protein leave me weighed
down for the evening and tend to lead to short-lived but incredibly painful
stomach cramps.
He feels better with lots of exercise. I do too, but
to a degree. Once it gets to being a stressors instead of a routine, or when
augmented by too much else to do, I start getting .... not sick, exactly, but
sick-ish, draggy, sometimes queasy, and mildly feverish. Which is what happened
last night. At that point, anything more energetic than a spot on a sofa with a
good book starts sounding like an unbearable burden, even when it's something I
would otherwise enjoy. I don't particularly enjoy describing myself this way, but
I suppose I am "delicate".
There is a good side; my sickish spells
tend to function like a canary in a coal-mine. They slow me down when I need to be
slowed, which seems to keep me healthier in the long run. I may feel icky
sometimes`, but I very rarely actually get sick. I think I've taken off maybe a
day and a half from work this year for illness, and I don't seem to get even colds
very often. Not having kids in school may contribute a lot to that as well, of
course. I'd have to look back in my archives to see when I was last really two-or-
more-days-off sick, but it's far anough back that I can't recall, though probably
recent enough to be in this blog.
And I just a minute ago
accidentally deleted this posting and managed to reclaim it with Ctrl-Z so now I
feel REALLY good.