I have been doing a lot of alternative things in an effort to either maintain my health or get better. The last time I went to the naturopath with my underactive thyroid results, he told me to buy a bottle of liquid iodine from the pharmacy and to paint it all over my chest and stomach. That way, the body absorbs it through the skin, and iodine is what fuels the thyroid. The bottle is cheap. My local grocery store has it by the pharmacy counter and it primarily is used to sterilize wounds. The problem is its very messy. So, I have this routine where I take a foam paintbrush, paint it all over my torso, and then put a crummy old shirt over it once it dries somewhat. The designated crap shirt is my wifes camp counselor shirt from decades ago which says in large lettering, BLACK BEAR DAY CAMP on the front, paired with a logo of a bear. It certainly isnt something she is going to use any longer. With this rag on, I go out to the patio to walk for as long as I can to get some weight bearing exercise in an effort to battle potential osteoporosis. Its getting extremely hot out there now so I bring a large cup of V8 vegetable juice outside with me and sip it during laps as I pass by the drink sitting on the table. Its a routine which I simply have to do whether I feel up to it or not. About 40 minutes into a grueling walk a few weeks back, I began to hear the patio door unlatch. I looked up from tapping away on my iPhone whilst walking towards this door and it started to open. It was a woman, maybe in her mid 20s, with baby in tow, and seeing the sight of me, in my soaked day camp garb with a huge puddle of sweaty, blood red-brown hued dried iodine covering most of the shirt, she nervously stammered, Uhhh...uhhh....arreee you Brooklyns babysitteeerr?. Not wanting to look like a total slob, I took a moment to wipe the red V8 curdling on my mouth which was dripping from my beard, and not knowing what else to say, I curtly said, No. Wrong house.. The baby began to scream so I was unable to hear the rest of her response, but I have never seen someone run away from a house like that since an episode from, The Munsters with a twist of Friday The 13th. I was considering putting a lock on the patio gate after this, but then figured once word gets around about who lives there, I wont have to. I then resumed my walk.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 08:21:01 +0000
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