Oh dear, oh oh oh.. oh woe was she.
Many years ago, she was told that certain foods did not really suit her digestive system and so, with the exception of tomatoes, she has stayed away from them.
Wheat was something she was always wary of, for its' effect was pretty much instaneous upon her and so that was a no brainer. It, strangely enough, was not bad in pasta or pizzas but in bread form.. well, hello very bloated tumtum, this is why we eat the Lithuanian Rye bread. No yeast & no wheat.
As you know, she grows our tomatoes at home in giant pots as there is nothing nicer than having a just picked yellow beef tomato and egg for breakfast (or at any time).
We grew lots of the Plum varities this last year, she made them into Zaira's Sauce, bottled some and froze the rest.
Autumn came and went, the last little Cherry tomato was picked in October, brave little soul, and we got on with eating other food.
Until before Christmas she thought to herself, I was not consulted in this matter, yum, meatballs with tomato sauce. What could be more delicious? She took the sauce out of the freezer and went off to get a mixture of beef and pork mince from the lubby-jubbly butcher in the North End Road.
Truly scrummydumptious smells lured me to YumYum HQ's door. Oh, I just love meat balls and I always get given my very own to Beak to my hearts delight.
What a supper.. how easy to cook and eat they are, a quick munch and slurp and they are gone, leaving only a red trace on the plate to show there had ever been anything there.
A quick swish with a brush, plate and dish into the dishwasher, a glass of water to swill down her evening pills and we went to settle down and do Christmas cards and present making.
We went to bed quite late, I went first and then she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and get into her night clothes. It was when she was putting her toothbrush into the pot that it happened.
Suddenly, an intense pain shot underneath her first finger nail and up her finger. Wow.. what was that? And as she looked at her hand, all the knuckles on her right hand seemed to double in size.
She had heard of reactions like this but had never experienced such an occurence herself. She took Five Flower Remedy (Healing Herbs Ltd) immediately and rubbed Arnica gel onto her hand, they helped enough to reduce the pain and she went to bed.
How very sad, she thought to herself in the morning, no more tomatoes for me, that's sure and although the joints remained swollen and she could not wear any rings on this hand over the holidays, it 'sort of slipped her mind'.
Yesterday we had a couple of friends to tea, they all squeezed in somehow amongst the drying racks and she broke open a delicious Panetone and made proper tea in Granny's teapot. It makes very good tea, that pretty old pot!
Yumyum. munch munch, such a delightful taste, have another slice, don't mind if I do, they all said.
Fast forward to this morning, she got up to put the rubbish out onto the pavement.. ugh.. rain. So she came back into our bedroom, whispered to me and lifted me out of my cage, we got back into bed under the bed clothes and snuggled for another hour.
Then it was time to get up.. sigh.. for I dearly love snuggly-cuddles underneath the duvet, especially if she stays awake and scritch-n-scratches my new feathers on my neck.
So get up we did and off we went to the YumYum HQ, she opened the door and using her first finger switched on the light. OUCH.. that evil pain shot up her finger, bit her knuckle and as she looked at her hand, they all started to swell up.
Bugger this for a game of soldiers she said.. and went and got dressed, we broke our fast very quickly and before I knew it, she had packaged up two cookie packages and was a'heading out of the door.
She flew off to the local Post Office, two packages are now flying to Canada and the USA, and she then hopped a bus to Oxford Street. Heading where? You may well ask.. most people would have taken a couple of strong pain killers.. and telephoned the Surgery.. not her.
No, she was heading for Ainsworths, based in New Cavendish Street, they are probably London's most famous Homeopathic Pharmacy and she knew, if anyone could help her, it would be them.
For every person who works behind the counter in Ainsworths IS a fully qualified Homeopathic Chemist. A lovely woman, who has served her many times, listened to her tale of woe, looked at the swollen knuckles, asked several questions, consuted her Remedy 'Bible' and said 'Apis, for it is not Gout, you don't have the hotness.. this is what you need to do and how long you need to take them for'.
She thanked the lovely woman, shook one tablet into the bottle top and tipped it underneath her tongue. Drugs taken under the tongue reach the blood stream 3 to 10 times faster than taking them orally (by swallowing), in fact, they are taken almost as fast under the tongue as by a direct injection into a vein.
And the cost.. £6.18..
It was because she has had no tomatoes or wheat for so long that the reactions were so severe. But she is lucky that the swelling only happened in her hands.. some peoples' allergic reactions can be in their throats and then you are talking about a whole different sort of problem.. wheat and tommies.. sigh.. she does love her tommies but she sure don't love that nasty old pain.
That nasty old pain in her first finger and the swollen knuckles had prevented her from using a knife and from closing her hand into a fist.
The pill was taken in Ainsworths at four of the afternoon clock in a clean mouth, this means you have had nothing in your mouth for 20 minutes and you don't put anything into your mouth for another 20 minutes after taking a Homeopathic remedy of any kind.
We had supper at a quarter past seven, not so very long after taking that tiny pill, she cut the cabbage and carrots and turned out the light. Bless that kind and clever Chemist.. her Homeopathic remedy is doing the trick.. for there was no ouch in the finger and she can make a fist, a wonky fist but at least the fingers all bend.
It would be 'nice' to be able to wear jewellery again, especially as she has been invited to a very swish dinner next week.. and her fingers could scritch-n-scratch better if they were more nimble, couldn't they?
GeeGee Parrot.
January 6th, 2015.
Many years ago, she was told that certain foods did not really suit her digestive system and so, with the exception of tomatoes, she has stayed away from them.
Wheat was something she was always wary of, for its' effect was pretty much instaneous upon her and so that was a no brainer. It, strangely enough, was not bad in pasta or pizzas but in bread form.. well, hello very bloated tumtum, this is why we eat the Lithuanian Rye bread. No yeast & no wheat.
As you know, she grows our tomatoes at home in giant pots as there is nothing nicer than having a just picked yellow beef tomato and egg for breakfast (or at any time).
We grew lots of the Plum varities this last year, she made them into Zaira's Sauce, bottled some and froze the rest.
Autumn came and went, the last little Cherry tomato was picked in October, brave little soul, and we got on with eating other food.
Until before Christmas she thought to herself, I was not consulted in this matter, yum, meatballs with tomato sauce. What could be more delicious? She took the sauce out of the freezer and went off to get a mixture of beef and pork mince from the lubby-jubbly butcher in the North End Road.
Truly scrummydumptious smells lured me to YumYum HQ's door. Oh, I just love meat balls and I always get given my very own to Beak to my hearts delight.
What a supper.. how easy to cook and eat they are, a quick munch and slurp and they are gone, leaving only a red trace on the plate to show there had ever been anything there.
A quick swish with a brush, plate and dish into the dishwasher, a glass of water to swill down her evening pills and we went to settle down and do Christmas cards and present making.
We went to bed quite late, I went first and then she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and get into her night clothes. It was when she was putting her toothbrush into the pot that it happened.
Suddenly, an intense pain shot underneath her first finger nail and up her finger. Wow.. what was that? And as she looked at her hand, all the knuckles on her right hand seemed to double in size.
She had heard of reactions like this but had never experienced such an occurence herself. She took Five Flower Remedy (Healing Herbs Ltd) immediately and rubbed Arnica gel onto her hand, they helped enough to reduce the pain and she went to bed.
How very sad, she thought to herself in the morning, no more tomatoes for me, that's sure and although the joints remained swollen and she could not wear any rings on this hand over the holidays, it 'sort of slipped her mind'.
Yesterday we had a couple of friends to tea, they all squeezed in somehow amongst the drying racks and she broke open a delicious Panetone and made proper tea in Granny's teapot. It makes very good tea, that pretty old pot!
Yumyum. munch munch, such a delightful taste, have another slice, don't mind if I do, they all said.
Fast forward to this morning, she got up to put the rubbish out onto the pavement.. ugh.. rain. So she came back into our bedroom, whispered to me and lifted me out of my cage, we got back into bed under the bed clothes and snuggled for another hour.
Then it was time to get up.. sigh.. for I dearly love snuggly-cuddles underneath the duvet, especially if she stays awake and scritch-n-scratches my new feathers on my neck.
So get up we did and off we went to the YumYum HQ, she opened the door and using her first finger switched on the light. OUCH.. that evil pain shot up her finger, bit her knuckle and as she looked at her hand, they all started to swell up.
Bugger this for a game of soldiers she said.. and went and got dressed, we broke our fast very quickly and before I knew it, she had packaged up two cookie packages and was a'heading out of the door.
She flew off to the local Post Office, two packages are now flying to Canada and the USA, and she then hopped a bus to Oxford Street. Heading where? You may well ask.. most people would have taken a couple of strong pain killers.. and telephoned the Surgery.. not her.
No, she was heading for Ainsworths, based in New Cavendish Street, they are probably London's most famous Homeopathic Pharmacy and she knew, if anyone could help her, it would be them.
For every person who works behind the counter in Ainsworths IS a fully qualified Homeopathic Chemist. A lovely woman, who has served her many times, listened to her tale of woe, looked at the swollen knuckles, asked several questions, consuted her Remedy 'Bible' and said 'Apis, for it is not Gout, you don't have the hotness.. this is what you need to do and how long you need to take them for'.
She thanked the lovely woman, shook one tablet into the bottle top and tipped it underneath her tongue. Drugs taken under the tongue reach the blood stream 3 to 10 times faster than taking them orally (by swallowing), in fact, they are taken almost as fast under the tongue as by a direct injection into a vein.
And the cost.. £6.18..
It was because she has had no tomatoes or wheat for so long that the reactions were so severe. But she is lucky that the swelling only happened in her hands.. some peoples' allergic reactions can be in their throats and then you are talking about a whole different sort of problem.. wheat and tommies.. sigh.. she does love her tommies but she sure don't love that nasty old pain.
That nasty old pain in her first finger and the swollen knuckles had prevented her from using a knife and from closing her hand into a fist.
The pill was taken in Ainsworths at four of the afternoon clock in a clean mouth, this means you have had nothing in your mouth for 20 minutes and you don't put anything into your mouth for another 20 minutes after taking a Homeopathic remedy of any kind.
We had supper at a quarter past seven, not so very long after taking that tiny pill, she cut the cabbage and carrots and turned out the light. Bless that kind and clever Chemist.. her Homeopathic remedy is doing the trick.. for there was no ouch in the finger and she can make a fist, a wonky fist but at least the fingers all bend.
It would be 'nice' to be able to wear jewellery again, especially as she has been invited to a very swish dinner next week.. and her fingers could scritch-n-scratch better if they were more nimble, couldn't they?
GeeGee Parrot.
January 6th, 2015.
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