Every time some new health problem afflicts me, I've tried to adjust my diet to ameliorate the symptoms. Rosacea forced me to stop eating spicy foods. I started taking supplemental calcium and magnesium tablets to deal with muscle spasms caused by sciatica. And, now... what do I do about kidney stones?
The calcium and magnesium supplements have to go, because those elements form stones. So, what in the hell do I do about the muscle spasms? I guess I intensify my daily yoga workout.
My drinking days are over, thanks to rosacea. My face blows up and turns red after two glasses of wine. The discomfort and the damage to my vanity aren't worth it. With my late wife, Myrna, long gone, I no longer have a partner in crime anyway. My girlfriend is, alas, a lifelong teetotaler. What kind of trouble can you get in without drinking?
So, I'm involuntarily virtuous, too.
I've been trying to lose weight by concentrating on a mostly protein diet, so I've been buying these big jars of assorted nuts at Sam's Club, along with increasing the severity and length of my workouts. Guess what? Nuts are building blocks for kidney stones!
I'm headed, it appears, toward a nursing home diet.
I love to drink really strong coffee all day long. Grind my own just before I make it. Coffee is a diuretic, that is coffee makes you dehydrated. Which, of course, is implicated in the formation of kidney stones. So, I'm cutting the amount of coffee I drink in half and drinking a glass of water every hour. That's a lot of peeing!
One emergency visit during which I nearly flatlined, followed by two surgeries to remove the offending kidney stone certainly made an impression on me. I understand a little better those guys I know who had a heart attack and have modified their diets (not to mention their entire lives) in an attempt to avoid a repeat. I hate eating at their houses because they cook without fat or butter or salt, and the food is bland and tasteless.
They want to live to see their children grow up and get married. I want to live to be in the lives of my grandchildren.
At what point does life became more of a pain in the ass than it's worth?
I guess I'll be finding out soon.