Dehydration. Don't do what I do, do what I tell you!
Don't do what I do, do what I tell you!
Mack has requested that I write something on this topic … so here goes.
Back in early 2009, I didn't need advice from hypochondriacs, the health-conscious sandal-wearing, vitamin-popping people. In those days, I didn't just know a little … I knew it all.
When you are reasonable ok and you're not in pain it's the easiest thing in the world to be arrogantly smug. I had the T-shirt and the badge to put on it. I had just been promoted. I had the suit, the tie and a big company car with a 2 litre engine. Yes, back in 2009 things should have been on the up.
It's also the easiest thing in the world to push yourself too hard or think that you are impermeable to stress - almost that you are immortal. I thought all of those things.
There's a section on this website called "GFA or Generally Falling Apart". Well that's what started happening to me back in early 2009: I was falling apart.
I do a difficult and sometimes quite physically challenging job. It can be dangerous too at times (lost a colleague only a few months back). One morning I awoke with what I called a "Frozen shoulder". I had never had anything like that before. Despite the pain and discomfort I wasn't going to let that prevent me from going to work. I set off into a remote part of the country not intending to do anything too strenuous, simply because I just wasn't up to it. On one of my very first jobs that day, after inspecting a piece of customer's equipment, it wouldn't re-start. I would have to remove some large panels and then refit them. This would mean outstretching both my arms to their full extent; ok in normal times … but with a frozen shoulder: it was going to be either excruciating or impossible. Yeah, I did it. It was mind over matter.
The next day I was off work. Although I was of work, I had no solution to my problem. My own GP was 50 odd miles away but what would they do anyway? Give me a letter for the hospital? Give me steroid injections? I knew that the GP and the NHS was a blind alley. I had to do something and I had to do something now. I made arrangements to see a chap less than a mile away from where I was. He called himself a Physical Therapist or something like that. At 2.30 that afternoon I turned up at his place. It was an unassuming semi-detached house that I'd passed many times before without even noticing.
I entered his house as a previous patient was leaving. I stood at the entrance to this converted front room that was now a treatment room. I paused. He had his back to me. He was writing up notes from the previous patient. Without stopping what he was doing; without even turning round, he pronounced "You're dehydrated". This man had not examined me … he had not even had the courtesy to turn round and look at me. He hadn't even said hello. He pronounces that I'm "Dehydrated!" I felt like saying "And you're a quack!" I couldn't though: I was desperate. It was less painful to bite my lip and swallow my pride.
He began the consultation and treatment. There was all sorts of massage; pulling and pushing and still I was not right … but I was no less desperate. Finally, he got hold of my hand and sort of flicked it, causing a sort of waive motion to go up my arm. Bingo! It was gone. It was only then that I began listening to the sense that this guy was talking. He said that it would take 3 weeks to properly rehydrate; that I should have been drinking 2 litres of pure water (not tea, coffee and certainly not pop) per day. I had never been that keen on plain water. He then gave me this example:
If you take a piece of fresh meat; beef, lamb or whatever you want to try; take a firm grip with each hand and try and rip it apart … try as you will, you will not succeed. Take that same piece of meat and leave it out in the sun to dry out. When it has lost sufficient moisture, go back and try again to rip it apart. Yes, now the meat has dried out, you can easily tear it and rip it apart.
Your body is made of meat. Mack's poor over-worked shoulder is made of meat. If you want to tear your muscles dry them out first. You can appreciate now why a top quality steak is at least 21 days matured: it has been allowed to dry out and become easy to chew. If you want to retain those toxins and bacterial die-off, make sure your body has so little water that it cannot afford the loose what it has in order to flush away the muck.
When you take your doxy, you should be washing it down with lots of water. I don't.
Did I learn my lesson from my frozen shoulder: no! If you are pig-headed like I am, you will not learn the lesson of this story either.
I went on to be diagnosed with diverticular disease, diabetes before getting my diagnosis of MS.
By the way, my humour is dry too.