The Dino-Aspie Cafe (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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That's casue we are f00.

Liver works fine, Hep C not to damn good, it leaves me alone and I leave it alone. Thanks that's really good info, the other s**t stays in the liver forever. It's had a hard life, I like to let it rest I may decide to go Wild Child again.

Hey postpaleo! Saw your question about SAM-e, so thought I'd answer it before turning in. You'll find it in the vitamin section wherever vitamins are sold. (also known as s-adenosyl methionine).

It won't hurt your liver. In fact, its used to help people who are suffering from liver disorders. You should not take it if you have a bleeding disorder, have ulcers, are taking coumadin, or if you are taking prescribed anti-depressants. (It is used as an anti-depressant itself - although it will NOT work for the depression associated with bipolar disorder.) It has been used successfully to treat arthritis (osteo and rheumatoid), fibromyalgia, mild depression, mild liver disorders, cardiovascular disorders, and mild gall bladder bile flow (cholestasis) problems. It's a cofactor in 3 important biochemical pathways, and is synthesized throughout the body. However, your body doesn't always manufacture all it needs as you age, so supplementation after age 40 oftentimes helps. They are also using it experimentally to treat ADD where it shows some promise; and found out recently that it helps some people who have insomnia sleep - although it makes depressed people more energetic and thereby interferes with some people's sleep.

It's not one of those things that makes you go WOW!! !! this stuff is GREAT!! ! right after taking it. It's one of those things that after about a month you'd just notice that "Hey! my knees stopped hurting." Or a week after coming off of it you'd say "Gimme some SAM-e!" 'cuz you'd go back to aches and pains. It's a little expensive, but usually goes on sale several times a year.

Looks like you all are going to have fond memories of glory days to look back on in your final days! Good for you:)!

hehhehheh, you guys said "seminal!"

Hey, I brought the gluten free banana muffins...

Lau, and everyone else talking about this--

There's something to be said for leaving the booboos alone. If it ain't on fire, bleeding, infected or completely on the other side of the room, letting an injury heal on its own with a little common sense seems the best course of action.

One goes to a doctor and even if they feel the need to do something minor, the treatment could just cause more problems than it's worth. It's like with my knee injury. The doc wanted to do surgery, yet what I discovered is if I let it heal, and then start doing exercises to strengthen the muscles around the knee to support it could be as effective as the surgery, and if exercise didn't work, I still had the option to have surgery.

I have a spinal stenosis in the third through fifth cervical vertabra, and my doc said that if he were to judge just by the MRI, he'd say it was serious, and I should have a paralyzed arm. Yet here I sit, typing with all fingers. The pain is minimal, and with exercise, which is good for me all around anyway, I can keep mobile, and fairly pain-free. He's amazed, and more than amazed, relieved, because he said that surgical intervention more often causes problems than it helps, and he has come to the opinion that surgery at this point is not the most effective means of treating most moderate to serious spinal stenosis.

My only limitations is no skiing, and anything where I might get a head injury, and no repetitive motions or data entry with the shoulders and arms. Of course, that also means I have to be creative in hunting for jobs...Zat's okay.

Massage helps as well. I am currently looking for a masseuse, 25 to 35, with strong, muscular arms, an easy smile...

Oh, wait. That's for MySpace.

Anyone heard from Yowler?

no, I haven't heard from the Yowler. . .

I think about her, though. I remember not long ago when I had to leave a job AND an apartment within three days. It was in March and I moved into a tent ( a nice tent, but a tent, none the less) up in the mountians after stowing all of my house furniture into a storage space.

ah, well, I will leave it for the book. ..
Just hopes she remembers to breathe deeply.

Merle

Wow, Merle, I hope you are writing a book.

I'm up by the Canadian border, and we are wet, wet, wet, but we had a lovely afternoon today. The daffodils and crocuses (croci?) are blooming madly, and the rhodies and azaleas are starting to bust out all over. It's almost time for my daily communing with nature.

I've come close to the tent-abode, but was able to stave off the nomadic lifestyle thanks to an anonymous benefactor (who called him/herself "The Big Bunny"). A halfway house was a sanctuary from the rain, and I appreciate whoever that person was who paid my rent for two months.

Well, I'm sending Yowler some more good energy.

Just back from some dream therapy. Every now and then I start living four hour days with six hours sleep.

Had to check on the cafe progress. Everyone seems in good form. Black coffee is the only known cure for anything, illness is caused by wrong belief, television, and not being yourself. This job is killing me, is very true.

After months of rain the sun came for a few days, I made plans, and the rain returned so I went to sleep.

That wave passed so I am back. It must be worldwide, I see peaks and troughs on WP. Sometimes I go through the motions, and nothing, other times I ride the wave. Sitting, rocking, tapping keys.

Clutter invades and I watch, then in bursts change. Here comes the windup, and the pitch hardly seems connected. Nothing for a month, then a month's progress in a day.

You would think with nothng else to do I would figure out me, but it still holds mystery. Produced another book, then never got around to listing it for sale. The world has it's share in this, two books a week is normal, nothing sold for seven weeks, then seven in three days. Now that I have another, I listed none. Let those quirky buyers wait.

I see the same in my writing. Sometimes nothing, could not string two ideas together, then a hundred pages over several days, and no time for anything else. Consistant I am not.

Some I might be tempted to take credit for, but Bipolar best fits my marketing, not me. Why do the fish bite sometimes? Seasonal, I looked at the last two years, sales were good during that time.

No simple answers. I just sit in a back table at the cafe and stare. Some slow music moves the universe.

Here I go again, drifting.

Inventor made me think about my tendency to prefer Mars. In common with, it might have been, Isaac Asimov, I prefer a day length to be a little longer than 24 hours. While checking up on what the exact figure is for Mars (40 minutes over the 24 hours), I noticed that:

Not been following this thread since my last post in it. How many Dino-aspies have kicked the bucket since I last visited here?

Several. I can't recall exactly how many, I was dead at the time. As we have all successfully reincarnated, does it matter?

I recall the number 42 floating around once. It then got cut to 22. Not sure they died. May be on Mars drilling wells for our coming. Take a lot of matches to melt that much water. I think we need a plan.