About a month and a half ago, I started to load up on vitamins. Tobyjoe helped me to decide what to take, how often, why I should take them, and how many. I’ve been doing so diligently every day. (While we’re discussing schedules and sticking to them, I have flossed everyday since visiting the dentist as well. I may have reportedly high cholesterol and high blood pressure but my teeth are simply divine.)
I take one vitamin C (with rose hips) every day. I take three prenatal. I take one milk thistle and one NAC. I don’t really know what each of them actually do for me but I trust Tobyjoe. Plus, I am holding them accountable for my stable moods and energy level as of late.
Anyway, the weirdest part about the new vitamin regiment is this:
Never, ever, ever in my life have I had fingernails, Sure, every once in a while one will grow like a wild hair but it immediately peels apart or breaks off. I have certainly never had them long enough to paint them not once but twice in a row. (That’s right. They were red for a weekend, silver/blue a week before that.)
Plus, they apparently make excellent scratching tools.
I have experienced a few changes in my intestines, but I’m led to believe that’s entirely separate from all the vitamins. I would go into that on here, but Tobyjoe would most certainly file for a divorce even though I didn’t for his having purchased these:
Tomorrow, I have an appointment with my GP to find out once and for all about this whole high cholesterol situation. I’m also going to ask him about the intestinal situation. And before everyone gets all “STINKY MIHOW” on me, this is not about gas. I can assure you. It’s about small palpitations. I think I have IBS. It’s either that or a drummer has moved into my body.
In July, I have an appointment with an OBGYN to discuss stuff about things. We’ll see. Here’s to good health.