I haven’t been feeling well lately. It happens when ones’ head is not feeling too well either. Mind-body connection, so they say. Recently medical research has shown that 70% of ones’ immune system is actually in the gut. And there is also supposedly a gut-mind communication. Of course anyone who has puked after a severe psychological trauma knows THAT!
Since there is a relationship to bipolar disorder and inflammatory disease, and 70% of the immune system is in the gut, one can then understand the reason for the relationship a little better. So head cases come from immune deficiencies in the gut….or maybe immune deficiencies causes head cases….chicken or egg? And then there is the recent research showing that thin people have different gut flora (good bacteria) then heavy people. The thin people flora are not as efficient at extracting food. Hmmm…..so THAT is why I only lost 2 pounds when I didn’t eat for weeks.
Of course, good capitalistic society that we are, everyone is jumping on the bacteria boat. There are more bugs in pills today then what I can find in my garden bed. No wonder none of my grass clippings are breaking down, the bacteria have been stolen by these companies! My husband thinks that our medical system is the devil. Even though it saved me from cancer (not according to him) and saved him from severe pneumonia (he is silent on this) and cured our son’s respiratory condition (again, no comment). So, because “Big pharma” is evil to the core (a little, but profit is mother’s milk to capitalism, if you don’t like it, go to Russia), we have every darn essential oil and gut bug known to man.
Now, I do think that essential oils and probiotics have benefits. My mom had a nasty gut problem for months. My husband dragged out his probiotics and said for her to try them. No go. Mom knows he is a little, um, overenthusiastic, so she did not bite the apple. But, I had a good result from them from a problem I have, so I told her to try them and gave her some. Since I am a nurse, and reasonable, and their daughter, she did. And has a much happier intestinal system.
I’m sure you all are thrilled with this. I’m getting somewhere, but we are both on a meandering journey.
So, not feeling well, I have changed my diet, taken my gut bugs and still don’t feel well. I am an anti-drinker. Not alcohol (although I am not supposed to drink. one. drop.) Just fluid in general. I can ‘not drink’ until my hands are blue from dehydration and I have vertigo. So, as I well know, fluid is essential for moving body processes from one place to another. Constipated? Drink fluid. Fatigued? Drink fluid. Headache? Drink fluid. Muscle pain? Drink fluid. Most of the OTC pills aren’t needed. Just drink fluid, stop eating all the crap, hide the salt container and get some exercise. If I did all that, perhaps I would be leaping with energy. So, since I am not, I decided to drink 64 ounces of water.
No halfway trying for this chick.
I was off, had nothing to do other than compose pathetic sad poems for blog #2, so I drank. Ick. Forced is more like it. And discovered that I don’t like to drink because I don’t like to PEE. Urethra meet Niagara. And I have a small, mildly damaged bladder (thank you children and childbirth for that), which holds about 4 ounces at the max. It was filling before I even got back to my darn chair. I could have used the force as a weapon. New superhero: Peeblaster! Need your toiled unplugged? No problem, Peeblaster will be right on over. The hose won’t get that oil stain off? Im running and holding it innnnnn…… 🙂
Sidetracks are good. I am a master at it. Anyone who has had a long conversation with me on a post–or in email– knows that very well.
So I have had depression for a bit, tried healthy body stuff and no go yet. Of course I should try the water thing for a week, but honestly, pee breaks are an annoyance when I am off, and about impossible at work. There are certain procedures incompatible with pee breaks.
I think a couple of days of depression is good for one. A way for the brain to say, “Ok, had too much, it’s time for sappy romances and comfort food”. A good way to re-charge one’s batteries. But pervasive depression is another thing entirely. Something is off in the body or brain–or life. I don’t think it is always a brain thing. And, again, a recent study now links depression to an inflammatory process. Hmmmm…..depression, inflammation….GI immune system—A HA! Take some probiotics! Kidding (?) aside, if you are a little depressed, take it easy and rest. If that doesn’t work, then you may have more of a problem.
I have the dreaded bipolar disorder, but this isn’t bipolar depression. Bipolar depression is like getting sucked into the vortex of a black hole. It descends on me like a supercell, sucks me up in the tornado and spits me into the black hole. No getting out. Every-darn-second-is-intolerable. Hell in my head. I can’t see for even a minute into the future. No hope, wretched despair. Suicide looks good. Someday I will blog about it.
I am just wimpy depressed. More life issues then anything, but it is keeping a hold on me. I am not myself. So, since I seem to have an increasing problem, to the Dr I go.