Day 2194 Mmm, burgers,

16th August 2023

After a terrible night where we both got about an hours sleep, we had to drive to Zeeland for Kelli’s doctors appointment. We both felt like death, but somehow got through it.

The sleeping problem is often associated with the condition that Kelli is going through, and her doctor is trying to balance her hormones.

There was a question that she didn’t want to ask, but it related to the whole red meat thing.

I had raised the topic with her after watching an interview with a dietitian who said that we need the nutritional benefits of meat, and gave an example of the North American Indians who ate every part of the animal they killed.

I have alway supported the way we chose to eat, although the smell of the barbecue always stopped me in my tracks, but if Kelli should have this nourishment she should consider it.

So she asked the question.

Her doctor’s eyes lit up, “Absolutely yes” he said, and listed off all the benefits it would give her.

Over time we had added eggs and fish into our diets because they had the nutritional advantages over supplements, so adding in red meat in limited quantities would help her more.

“It should be grass fed, not grain” he added.

This is because American grain is crap and laced with chemicals, another reason why we don’t eat bread.

This seemed to go down well with her, her daily intake of supplements is, in my opinion is excessive and it gets quite expensive.

So we stopped off at Natures market on the way back and found some grass fed ground beef that we could make into burgers, which is what we had for dinner. It’s going to take of re-adjusting but if it helps her heal and get back to normal it will be a good decision.

On a personal point, I was stung by a wasp. It has been years since I last had an encounter with a Jasper. I walked into the shed to find a piece of lumber when I was attacked and stung on the forehead. I had noticed a small nest developing in the doorway but I thought if they didn’t bother me I won’t bother them, unless the nest grew too big.

So with my forehead throbbing I destroyed the nest and cursed loudly, it hurt and I could feel a swelling coming on. I was scared that my Neanderthal ridge would expand resembling a character from Star Trek, thankfully it didn’t.