Vitamin D Blues

Apparently, I am deficient in Vitamin D. I don't know that this explains my fatigue and nausea, and the doctor did not say that it does, but I am definitely deficient, so hopefully taking mega-doses of Vitamin D will make me feel better, or at least help prevent all sorts of nasty things like osteoporosis, MS, cancer, depression, etc. So now that I know that I am super super low in Vitamin D (but still on the scale), I am now nervous that I am on the verge of having all of those things, or perhaps past the verge. Cindy printed out something for me that says that 6 days of sun exposure supplies enough Vitamin D for 49 sunless days. So apparently it's easy to get, but I can't get it. Nevermind that the sun has come out here maybe 3 times in the last 49 days, so we should all be deficient in it, and that we probably all are. So I am all raring to go with my Vitamin D supplements, if only the prescription would come in the mail. For some reason, the doctor's office is mailing it to me. I don't know if they are mailing the piece of paper that I take to the pharmacy, or if they are mailing the pills. If it's the piece of paper, I would have preferred that they just handed it to me, since my pharmacy is in downtown Seattle, near the doctor's office, and I could get it filled right away. Whatever it is, they sent it Monday and it has not arrived yet, and I am feeling abandoned and depressed. I am going to go buy some Vitamin D tablets over the counter tomorrow, just in case it doesn't come tomorrow. Even if it does come, I will still need them after the megadose pills run out, since you aren't supposed to take it at that high a dosage for very long. And let's face it, I don't ever get much sun, even when it's out, because I work inside.

This may explain why it takes about 3 years or more for people to really get good and depressed during the winter here - they have to really deplete their Vitamin D stores. And we have higher rates of MS here than elsewhere in the country, as do other northern areas, apparently. That's freaky. And even though I now know a possible cause for my feeling yucky, I still feel yucky. My muscles feel like they have worked really hard, but they haven't. They are kind of twitchy. I felt better on Wednesday, even though I didn't get much sleep on Tuesday night because of choir. However, I ate both salmon and tuna on Wednesday, and they both have Vitamin D. That's the second time I have felt noticeably better the day following a tuna-salmon day. Hmm. So I came home tonight and ate a lot of tuna and milk. Anyway, the upshot is, get sun (but not sun cancer - you figure it out), and drink milk and eat your fatty fish (but not too much because we are depleting the stocks of fatty fish).

I'm alive, really

It has been so long since I posted anything that I had to re-enter my username and password into Blogger. It had forgotten me! wah! But then, I had nearly forgotten it, so I guess it was mutual. Sorry for the long periods of silence. When I have been at my computer at home, I have had nothing to say (still don't), and when I have something to say, I am not at the computer. Such are the trials and tribulations of modern life.

A perk of modern life - I just purchased my first ringtone, a nice recording of birds in the forest in Costa Rica. This website has links for ringtones of birds that are much closer (i.e., within 10 miles of here), but they are not available for Verizon phones. Phooey. So I found something similar on the Verizon website. yay! And also, I have reached my Weight Watchers goal, which is just dandy. The news effectively put the cabash (kabash? kabosh? cabosh? Blogger likes none of them) on my plans for a nice peanut butter and sugar snack. I knew that wasn't really what I wanted for my snack, but I haven't yet found what I really want. Anyway, Weight Watchers helped me celebrate by lowering my daily point value, the bastards.

Now I'm hungry.