low post rate, you say?
I just realized that recently I've barely posted once a month. See, this is why I haven't bothered to pay for a paid journal anymore - no point when I barely use it.
My arms seem better sometimes, worse sometimes. Right now, they hurt.
Continuing a string of barely connected thoughts, it recently occurred to me that I've had this moral thing about using drugs, (over-the-counter drugs, prescription, whatever), and yet I'm taking these herbal remedies from my acupuncturist. There is no question that the herbs have just as drastic an effect on my physical and mental well-being as drugs would, and the only difference between herbs and drugs is that we've been using plants to heal and alter ourselves for thousands of years, whereas we've only just figured out how to extract and synthesize the chemical components that affect us. Once I figured out the first part, I started to feel iffy about using herbs, and then I figured out the second and started to feel dumb. There is no moral question about using drugs, the only question is what they do to you, or cause you to do to other people. (That's a bit simplified - obviously there are other questions like where do they come from, who is harmed and who benefits, but for purposes of comparison...) Those questions are the same for herbal and other natural remedies. If the herbs I'm on let me get to sleep at night, but make me snappish so I hurt my loved ones, the only immediate difference I see is that I'm likely not suffering from the other side effects that would be caused by the synthetic version.
Random maundering over, but speaking of herbs, the remedy I'm currently on has pretty much completely stopped my crashes, although so far it doesn't seem to have helped my arms. That's what I'll be waiting for. I'm wondering if it's possible for the second remedy to be causing some of this depression (it's no big deal, just a minor thing) but that's probably just the pain. The thing about it is that it's not even a lot of pain, nor is it constant - just random, unpredictable pangs I can feel anywhere in my arms, from wrist to shoulder to breastbone. I know lots of people deal with more pain than this every day. Although that doesn't mean it's easy for them either...
Right now, I'm trying to tell myself that the pain is putting down roots for compassion. If I concentrate on the idea that there's a purpose for it, it makes it easier to deal with somehow. Sometimes the thought is harder to hold onto than others.
Despite my arms, life is still pretty good. Koi's been playing Twilight Princess, which is so pretty and fun to watch. We have plenty of chocolate and blooming things in our garden, and ZOMG, we've bought a new fridge with our tax returns! Which means no more melting ice cream in our freezer, yay.
By the way, just thought I'd mention - I'm not moving my journal unless LJ does something ridiculous. It's not like I use this journal often; there's no way I could keep up a second one.
Be well, all. Glomps, yo.
My arms seem better sometimes, worse sometimes. Right now, they hurt.
Continuing a string of barely connected thoughts, it recently occurred to me that I've had this moral thing about using drugs, (over-the-counter drugs, prescription, whatever), and yet I'm taking these herbal remedies from my acupuncturist. There is no question that the herbs have just as drastic an effect on my physical and mental well-being as drugs would, and the only difference between herbs and drugs is that we've been using plants to heal and alter ourselves for thousands of years, whereas we've only just figured out how to extract and synthesize the chemical components that affect us. Once I figured out the first part, I started to feel iffy about using herbs, and then I figured out the second and started to feel dumb. There is no moral question about using drugs, the only question is what they do to you, or cause you to do to other people. (That's a bit simplified - obviously there are other questions like where do they come from, who is harmed and who benefits, but for purposes of comparison...) Those questions are the same for herbal and other natural remedies. If the herbs I'm on let me get to sleep at night, but make me snappish so I hurt my loved ones, the only immediate difference I see is that I'm likely not suffering from the other side effects that would be caused by the synthetic version.
Random maundering over, but speaking of herbs, the remedy I'm currently on has pretty much completely stopped my crashes, although so far it doesn't seem to have helped my arms. That's what I'll be waiting for. I'm wondering if it's possible for the second remedy to be causing some of this depression (it's no big deal, just a minor thing) but that's probably just the pain. The thing about it is that it's not even a lot of pain, nor is it constant - just random, unpredictable pangs I can feel anywhere in my arms, from wrist to shoulder to breastbone. I know lots of people deal with more pain than this every day. Although that doesn't mean it's easy for them either...
Right now, I'm trying to tell myself that the pain is putting down roots for compassion. If I concentrate on the idea that there's a purpose for it, it makes it easier to deal with somehow. Sometimes the thought is harder to hold onto than others.
Despite my arms, life is still pretty good. Koi's been playing Twilight Princess, which is so pretty and fun to watch. We have plenty of chocolate and blooming things in our garden, and ZOMG, we've bought a new fridge with our tax returns! Which means no more melting ice cream in our freezer, yay.
By the way, just thought I'd mention - I'm not moving my journal unless LJ does something ridiculous. It's not like I use this journal often; there's no way I could keep up a second one.
Be well, all. Glomps, yo.