After reading and through the library Kindle version, I found I had a credit over at Audible and was able to get this one. After watching many YouTubes with Doctor Jason Fung, I was surprised that the author didn’t narrate his book. Still, Brian Nishii did an excellent job narrating. If you are concerned about seeing graphs and other illustrations, you can pick up the PDF of those if you get the Audible version.
I think I read these books out of order. And there was a lot of information that was repeated from one book to the next. So maybe that doesn’t matter in the long run. Doctor Fung does explain the purposes, past, and practicalities of fasting. I have since bought the paper version of the Cancer Code and the Diabetes Code. I know I will want to revisit a lot of the information after I get better at fasting. I want to do all this with my greatest health in mind. This has been quite the learning experience above and beyond the written page. I do have my own doctor along for the ride to make sure. For those who are curious start reading any of these three books or The Complete Guide to Fasting by Jason Fung, MD. If you can’t afford them, your library may have them. If an actual checkout date is too far off check out his YouTubes.
Last night Rosey had her bi-weekly spell. My husband cleaned up the yuck. He was taking the towel outside to shake. As he turned to come back inside he tripped. The whole house shook.
After a full day in the ER we’ve learned he has two cracked ribs.
While we were there we learned they’d checked in 7 new cases of COVID19. Apparently there’s a new break out. Lots of younger people are catching it. The nurse nearly cried when we told her we were vaccinated. She thanked us. She told us one of their healthy team members, who used to jog 100 miles a week, succumbed to the disease.
Let’s not get out there too soon, folks. Let’s keep each other safe to keep our health teams well.
As I am in the David Tenet season of Doctor Who, I look to my left and see the two socks I told you about yesterday. I didn’t get to knit much today either. I had a job to do. If I am to make read-aloud or podcasts, I need the table in my bedroom clean and ready to go. Since my son moved in, all the stuff in my hobby room got moved out into the rest of the house and never landed very neatly—a moment. Also, to my left is my green tea. Let me take a sip before continuing.
It wasn’t just the fact of his moving in and losing a whole room to store my tools and supplies for my crazy times. It was pain. And fatigue. But I am feeling so much better now. Unfortunately, there is so much piled up all over that I need to straighten up, toss, or give away that I am somewhat overwhelmed. But today, I started tackling this monster.
Ah, and one would think with the amount of time I worked, the job would be done. Nope. The top layer of stuff was heavy winter stuff that needed to be put away for summer. That meant ordering big bins to stack in my tiny closet. That meant using smaller containers, for now, just to get the clothes and blankets out of the way. Then I started throwing things into a box to sort through later; heaps of electronic bits for computers past and present. Primarily things that probably don’t work. So once the box is filled, I will bring it to the living room to go through it from a comfortable sitting.
Tomorrow the table should be clear. That table won’t be the only place clearing. I plan to move my Paint by Diamond kit on the podcast table. That brings it off the dining table. That is part of another project. My brother and I will move the dining table closer to the kitchen. The piano will go with the light from the south sun where the table will have been. The armoire will take the place of the piano. I can’t wait! That and having new eyes, I will be able to see the notes on the music.
Anyway, I recorded this momentous occasion. I captured me talking about the pile and then took pictures of the progress. It always surprises me when cleaning, how you have to make a bigger mess to clean up a mess. My bed was piled high with the incoming summer clothes and I had to figure out where to put them all. As I lose weight some of the clothes call to me to dress up a bit. Positive process happening.
Per Linda G. Hill:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “to your left.” When you sit down to write your post, look to your left. What is the thing closest to you? Write about the memories that thing induces. Enjoy!
Duh! I hoped above hope that the reason I couldn’t read anything online or otherwise was a cataract. The symptoms started like my husband’s with halos around lights. In fact, when I would take Kali out at night, the small amount of light out here looked like a bunch of Ferris wheels. That was with the left eye. The right eye needed correction, I felt. I have my medical background, Grey’s Anatomy, ER, The Good Doctor, New Amsterdam, ER Untold Stories… Yes, I’m an addict. Hello, my name is Darlene…
Oh, back to the main story. So for the second time this week, I went to the big city (snerk). This time my husband drove me. I knew I would need him to drive me home; dilated eyes shouldn’t drive.
Coffman Visual Clinic was marvelous. Clean and safe in every way. Doctor Guyle was my doctor. He’s a writer, too.
So we hit it off. Oh, the eyes? Yeah. You know that biggest E on the chart? My left eye can see the color white and the black blob. My right eye is doing better than with glasses. Just not arm’s length away. I was worried. I do have a mild case of diabetes. I take Metformin. I plan to reverse that with my fasting diet. Dr. Guiley looked into my eyes, and both have cataracts. He couldn’t even see into my left eye. It is so bad. Best diagnosis I could hope for. This is fixable with surgery. I know several people that have better eyes than ever because of the surgery. So the system is setting me up with the surgeon and dates.
The trip home was fun. Oh, I forgot, the trip there, no music. We were having such fun conversations that we just didn’t need it. Coming home, the windows were down, and so conversing was out. So Savage Garden sang us home. My friend and my younger adult children got to see them in concert when they were still Savage Garden. My only rock concert ever—that from a Baby Boomer. Loud music was never my thing, even classical, if loud does me in. But these guys were great!
We had to nap since being home. My dilated eyes were tired. My body was tired. That trip takes it out of me. But the promise that I will soon have eyes that can read other peoples’ blogs and real tree books instead of listening to text-to-speech or Audible gives me the energy to do a dance. Don’t watch!
Went to my PCP today. Guess what? I’ve lost 6 pounds! Yay! It’s working. And becoming less work as I learn. I’ve picked up the paper copies of The Diabetes Code, The Obesity Code, and The Complete Guide to Fasting, all by Dr. Jason Fung. I read The Diabetes Code and The Cancer Code. You can click on the underlined titles to see my reviews. I’m getting ready to read The Obesity Code. Dr. Jason Fung can write a thought-provoking book while displaying a sense of humor.
Intermittent Fasting using low-carbs high fat or keto is proving to be easier and easier. I seem to be doing quite well on one very healthy meal a day. That means a 20 or like today 22 hours of fast and a two to four-hour window to make sure I’ve eaten well.
I was delighted that my team at the doctor’s office knew about and encouraged this method of achieving better health.
I’m tired. I had an appointment at 11:30 in La Pine. That’s an hour and a half away. So I set my alarm for 8:30. Kali had a different thought. She was waking me every few minutes from 6 o’clock on. I went to bed early, 12:30, just to make sure I’d get my 8 hours. Yeah. That happened.
I chose to do the trip alone. It had been a long time since I got the chance to sing with Barbra Streisand. Alone. Babs and I had a great time. Hardly noticed the pain of roads that needed work and the jarring of my back. What I noticed is that she can hold a note far longer than she used to. Okay, I realize it is quite the reverse. I can use more work on my breath. I need to sing more. Period.
When I got to the clinic, I called as requested to let them know I was in the parking lot. I felt pretty good as I was there a good 15 minutes early. They said they were horribly embarrassed as they didn’t know when they set up the appointment that this Monday, and it NEVER happens, but the doctor is actually in Bend. Well, Barbra didn’t mind my caterwauling, we could go another half hour. That worked for them, and they were overly apologetic and planned to rearrange appointments and lunches to fit me in if I’d do the drive. Google driving instructions got me to the office.
I watched the procedure. I find medical things like stitches, shots, and the like fascinating. One of my spots on my arm, I could watch the whole thing. It was cancer blah, blah, blah in situ. That calls for a cryo– oh, here is the definition:
Cryotherapy. Cryotherapy, or cryosurgery, is a freezing technique used to remove sunspots and some superficial BCCs. The doctor, usually a dermatologist, sprays liquid nitrogen onto the sunspot or skin cancer and a small area of skin around it. This causes a burning or stinging sensation, which lasts a few minutes.
But honestly, this is how I saw it: The doctor deadened the spot with a couple pokes. Then he took a woodburning tool and burned the bad skin off. A swipe and cleaning then once more burning the cancer skin. Then clean and a tiny Band-Aid. I had another in the middle of my back, but, of course, I couldn’t watch it. It was all done far before I finished the paperwork. The deadening needle vaguely hurt, and it did its job fast.
Now, at home, having had a nap, I’m feeling great. What a fun day for me, lf, and I, with Ms. Streisand. When I go to these two towns with my husband, brother, or son, I usually chose the music we can agree on. Babs doesn’t get the respect she needs from the males in my house!
A thought struck me as I skipped this song, what happened to Yentl when she went to America. Wouldn’t you love to see part 2?
Oh how I hate how block wants to come in and mess up everything I worked on. If you see the mismatched paragraphs and words cut off, blame block! UGH! Trying to post this the third time and whatever it is stays!
I finished this book a few days ago. Probably more like a week ago. So my thoughts on this book are vaguer than fresh. Still, I remember many recipes at the end of the book that made me wish I owned the book. The information was useful if this were the only book you’ve read on Intermittent Fasting. But I was happier with Dr. Jason Fung’s research.
The author did include some personal stories and addressed those who are older and need more help getting healthy. Both of these kept my interest until the end. It’s free with Kindle Unlimited, so who can complain?
The point of the poke is to keep those who partake from getting so ill as to be hospitalized. Putting it kindly means wearing masks as uncomfortable as that is. Probably if those who refused to wear them wore them, we could do a lot better by now. Pretending you are invincible is adolescent. And even still, you might just be. But you might be a carrier. What will you feel when a loved one dies because of your pretense? When my grandparents and parents got to the point of lower immunity, I refused to take my children or myself near them if we had the slightest sore throat or cough. Even if I knew it was allergies, I didn’t want to think that my carelessness would cause them pneumonia or other health problems. That was 40 years ago; no plague or pandemic. So that’s my story about that, and I’m sticking to it. And, by the way, if masks didn’t work, why has the flu spread far less this year. I know that isn’t COVID19, but we are all healthier from the flu by covering our mouths, just like when you sneeze or cough. Please, let’s be polite!
The shot was a minor prick of the skin. My bubble and I can claim our second and feel we are safer from the pretenders. Still, we will wear our masks for the rest of you as we try to find a healthier world and work our way back to wealth with more finding work, and playtime will come soon.
I will go edit Pandamapocalypse. I will post tomorrow a word count. I know that this second shot can cause the yuckies for a bit, so I wanted to blog pre-midnight. So far, though, nothing affecting any of us. No headache or upset stomach or anything.
I actually finished this one a few days ago. It was a library Kindle book. As usual, I used text-to-speech to get through it.
I read the Obesity Code first. So this is the follow-up book. The information is similar in that it is about Intermittent Fasting and how it can help both conditions, obesity, and diabetes. I found both books quite interesting and inspirational. Though this one seems to have redundancies and often repeated itself. I figure that was to keep the medical eyes reading. There were a lot of charts to help prove Doctor Jason Fung’s theory.
If you are interested in IF, please give this and his other books a look. I think I need to get the hard copy as a reference.
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Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
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I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
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