Azolla water fern are one of my favorite plants. Theyfix oxygen and keep the water underneath fresh.
Indtead I’ve got a great dying. I managed to keep them alive and thriving for 14 months, through moving house, twice changing water, mud, and water again. Now all dead and brown, I don’t know why.
Too cold? Not enough light? Water poisoned somehow? Fish nibbling on the roots? Only two fish remain and they are carniverous. It’s a mystery.
The chickweed are doing very well, thank you.
This poor burnt result my latest experiment with marinades and tofu. Although I think the major part of the problem was inattention, as in me trying to do too many things at the same time. Tonight, like, in about five minutes, I’m having another go at this recipe.
The above motto is the only thing I’ve retained from the exercise program I invested in September 2022. It was a disaster.
Graded exerecise is one of the worst things I could’ve done for my ME/CFS. In my defence, I was under the impression I’d fully recovered.
So. The motto. I apply it to every kind of new thing I need to adapt to, and this week that is LDN (Low Dose Naltrexone)
Last week’s dose of 0.1 mg per day went down very well. I had a great week, suddenly with a lot more energy every day!
Which felt amazing! I haven’t that kind of energy for years! And so much less pain. That means a dive down of inflammation.
These have to be taken at night. And their so-called half life is 4-6 hours. Meaning most of their strength is gone by morning.
This week I’m taking 0.2 mgs a day, at night. First 2 days I had a fatigue slump at 11 AM that lasted till about 2PM. Third day the slump started esrlier. Today, I slumped at 10 PM and am still in it at 6.45 PM.
Tonight I’m going back to 0.1 mg … going low and going slow. We’ll see what happens
My sky pic is from Saturday 5PM, beautiful!
With water, vinegar and more water, the mystery stone is starting to give up its secrets.
When I washed it with vinegar the outer sandy-looking layer immediately began to melt. So that’s a limestone layer, I assume.
There appears to be a hole or cracked area in the center and a weird straight sliver in the upper left. That doesnt feel stony. Wonder if it could possibly be petrified wood?
This is a side shot. Another or same insertion … a sliver of something. Although, that area is also reminiscent of the bunch of leaf-thin layers.
And then that black circle … is it animal, vegetable or mineral? It looks like lichen. Too bad I don’t have a microscope. I wonder what mineral could make that yellow. Doesn’t look like sulfur. [I learnt ‘sulphur’ for that word.]
Getting more and more interesting.
The inside has to dry before I can get a good image.
With water, vinegar and more water, the mystery stone is starting to give up its secrets.
When I washed it with vinegar the outer sandy-looking layer immediately began to melt. So that’s a limestone layer, I assume.
There appears to be a hole or cracked area in the center and a weird straight sliver in the upper left. That doesnt feel stony. Wonder if it could possibly be petrified wood?
This is a side shot. Another or same insertion … a sliver of something. Although, that area is also reminiscent of the bunch of leaf-thin layers.
And then that black circle … is it animal, vegetable or mineral? It looks like lichen. Too bad I don’t have a microscope. I wonder what mineral could make that yellow. Doesn’t look like sulfur. [I learnt ‘sulphur’ for that word.]
Getting more and more interesting.
The inside has to dry before I can get a good image.
Yes!
This is the day I celebrate.
Finally I get a go at LDN, prescribed by my new super GP (general pratitioner).
I’m excited and hopeful this medicine will decrease some of the symptoms of the ME/CFS that I have been living with for 27 years.
We’re starting extremely small, with 0.1 mg in the evening for seven days.
The doctor warned me I might have dreams. I said I love dreams. Grist for the mill of my Dream Interpretation course.
Note that I said ‘decrease’. There is no cure and I accept that. I
f I have less pain that will already be an improvement. Less fatigue would be a wonderful win. I don’t know yet what other effects I can expect. There will be journalling
I’m sitting in a green chair, different from last time I was here when I was directed to a black chair, in the waiting area of my local Centrelink branch. Gone are the days of queueing … one thing Covid was good for.
I’m here to explain the ‘flow of my finances’ and although I have nothing to hide, Centrelink’s power and layers of bureaucracy and impenetrable behaviour, I’m as nervous as everyone else sitting here waiting for their appointments. Centrelink of course likes to keep us on our toes, we think.
I have with me plastic folder of proofs in two bunches as my printer/scanner has not recovered from the move yet and refuses to shake hands with the computer. First thing this morning had to beg the village’s admin to print stuff off for me, that CL can keep. The other bunch are the paper copies CL will need to copy.
To top off the day, the good news is that my previous unit, where I broke the lease, has new tenants. Meaning, I don’t need to pay any more rent there.
And the bad news is that my hearing aids have spat the dummy. Switched themselves off. I’ve tried everything I know, to get a sign of life, but no go. All verbal communication is like talking and listening through a wad of cotton wool.
I’m outside now, finishing this off. It’s raining. I didn’t bring an umbrella, or raincoat. Probably better wait for my ride.
Guess how high this tree is …
Rita de Heer 