hey y'all!
sorry for the delay in posting about my awesome junking adventures (i understand that some of you have been anxiously waiting with baited breath for me to post ... heh heh).
the reason i haven't written yet is because ... well ... there were no junking adventures this past weekend (collective gasp)!
in a nutshell (or perhaps i should say seashell), i wasn't up to junkin' on saturday due to some physical ailments.
allow me to explain.
let's rewind a few weeks so you can get the complete picture. some of you may recall (if you were truly paying attention while reading my blog) that i mentioned an eye infection that wouldn't go away. finally, after being treated with antibiotic and steroid drops for 3 weeks, it abated.
the eye doc, wanting to avoid prescribing restasis for my chronic dry eye, a result of sjogren's syndrome, suggested i try a high-quality fish oil supplement which has been reported to increase tear production.
i know, yawwwwwn. booooooooring. but hang in there. we're fixin' to get to the good bits!
armed with the $1.00 off coupon she gave me ... and plied with a hearty dose of xanax, i forced myself into wal-mart ... in search of the miracle cure for my dry eyes. there it was. first aisle in the pharmacy, which is a very good thing if you're like me and have to pre-medicate yourself before going to wal-mart.
wow. expensive fish oil. but apparently the better quality it is, the less mercury and other contaminants it contains. also the more they charge for it. in other words, my $1 coupon was like spitting into the ocean.
so the next morning, i dutifully took the recommended dosage ... 3 large capsules. btw, besides helping my dry eyes, it promised i would reap heart and brain benefits from the omega 3 fatty acids. woohoo.
within 30 minutes of swallowing those sea monster capsules, i began ... for the lack of better phrasing ... burping. but not just your average, run-of-the-mill benign burping, ladies and gentlemen. this was something that no human being should ever have to experience. and let me tell you, i've experienced some medical gobshite.
this burping, its malodorous after-taste ... gag... well ... you would think that i'd consumed large quantities of putrid, raw fish or maybe some other sort of rancid, odoriferous seafood that red lobster had rejected.
and this was the "high-quality" stuff?! ack!!!
i tried everything imaginable to rid myself of this pestilence. eating, drinking, chewing gum. more food, more water. more gum. alka seltzer. chick fil-a!!
no dice. nothing worked. hours went by and i could actually feel the effects moving lower and lower through my gastro-intestinal tract. crampy tummy. crampy intestines.
you get the picture, no?
finished up the day, lying on my bed, curled in the fetal position, next to the oft-used bathroom. all the while declaring and swearing i'd never EVER take another fish oil capsule for the rest of my life. which will now, no doubt, be much shorter.
i will gladly use eye drops every five minutes. no problem. i'll learn to live with those cobwebs in the corners of my brain. no problem. my heart will have to make do with the fried catfish i feed it every couple of months.
no one, but NO ONE should have to endure that kind of misery from a capsule ... no matter what claims are made about its benefits.
i know. several people have told me that they take fish oil without any problems. i say, good for you! seriously. i think it can be good for you and your health. but obviously, it's not for me.
and that is why i didn't get to go junking this weekend. if you've stuck with me through all that, thanks. you're a real trooper! you win a prize! i have an almost full bottle of high quality fish oil capsules for you! haha
on sunday, bonnie and i had lunch with an old friend and former colleague, jennifer. she has a sweet little 5 month old son, jacob that we hadn't met yet ... so we truly enjoyed our visit.
and lest you think i'd blog and not include some junking treasures, think again. earlier last week, before the fish oil fiasco i stopped by crafter's corner and the goodwill bargain barn.
love and hugs,
terry lee
