12 April 2015

April 12, 2015

Winter illnesses have been on and off for me this season. I try new ideas to help with wellness. One thing I am going to try more of is Coconut products. I have been using the coconut milk that has been added to a brand of Almond milk that I have been using for the last 4 years.  That has helped a lot. I am going to try the coconut oil "pulling" where you hold a spoonful of the coconut oil in your mouth for 5 minutes and work up time and then spit it out, The oil pulls bacteria and stuff from your system. 

I have been adding flax seeds that are ground into my oatmeal with some cinnamon. I don't use sugar I have it plain. I add a spoonful of Craisins [dried cranberries] to my oatmeal for sweetness. I have been using the 21 grain breads for breakfast and or snack. Each slice is 60 calories and has a lot of protein in it. 

My daughter send me some Turmeric Cucumin capsuls which is a plant spice from the Ginger family used a lot in Indian curry dishes. I will start those soon for inflammation and pain relief as well as intestinal issues.

I am cutting back on Tramadol and want to go off of it entirely.

My A1C Blood sugar test is so good at 5.0 or 5.2 over the last 4 years I have not had to have Insulin since my operation in 2009. 

I am using the heating pad and that helps my hip really nicely. I use the Nikken Products with the high gauss magnets as well or infrared fibers in the blankets and pillows.

My prayers go out to a lot of people who lives have been devastated by one way or another. My best friend lost her husband to lung issues. He was a VietNam veteran. 

My friend Marilyn I Lott who writes poems posted the following photo and poem she wrote. From the ashes of destruction we find hope in the knowledge that our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ has been the atoning sacrifice for all of us.  I see that in this poem. 

Blessings to all my family and friends online. 

Marilyn I Lott says:

"This is not my story, rather the story of the guy I write daily poems for, John McCornack. He was devastated when his grandparents' home burned to the ground. This is his story. It was so heartfelt and he is so close to God that I thought it was a good Sunday poem. I hope you enjoyed."

I LOOK UPON THE RUINS © Marilyn Lott 7-5-05

As I look upon the ruins
My eyes are filled with tears
From memories nestled in my heart
Countless and treasured years.

I stayed away so long you know
‘Cause I knew things weren't the same
It’s too late now – that cannot be changed
But no one was to blame.

I reach inside and close my eyes
And remember way back then
Oh Grandma, how I wish that I
Could see you once again.

To hold you close, to touch the clothes
That only you could wear
To press my face into the folds
And hold you oh, so near.

Did your clothes hang on the hangers?
Once you had gone away?
It seemed to me a sacred place
A place I wouldn't play.

You made your household money
From selling eggs and milk
I loved your noisy chickens
And the sweet liquid smooth as silk.

I remember your yellow roses
I can smell them even now
And even unattended
They stayed beautiful somehow.

And Grandpa how I remember
The tractor that you drove
To work that fertile soil
And the perfect fields you wove.

I’d climb that home-made ladder
When I was just a boy
I can smell the sweetness of the hay
And still it brings me joy.

Oh Lord will you please hold my hand
And help me through this pain
The farmhouse that my family loved
Will no longer be again.

But thank you Lord, for my memories
The happiness I knew
And put aside the burning hurt
And hold me close to you.

© Marilyn Lott 7-5-05

My Grandmother Ethel Hopkins Kingwell Mifflin was a seamstress as well as the Grandmother in this poem. Before I even read the poem I saw the sewing machine and thought immediately of her.