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March 08, 2006

Nervous tissue

Not, as you may have been hoping, about a piece of worried supersoft three-ply. Instead, about nervous tissue in my body.

Every day, I get a bit sicky and tired feeling in the morning. I look at the clock, and within a few minutes either way, it'll be eleven o'clock. You could set your watch by it, if you don't mind your watch being maybe ten minutes out either way. And having to contact me at about eleven o'clock in the morning whenever you want your watch setting.

It's a blood sugar thing. Breakfast has gone down, blood sugar has dropped, tiredy sicky feeling is how it manifests itself. That 's interesting in itself, really. Let's get this straight - my body communicates to brain that blood sugar has dropped. Hidden part of brain communicates to conscious part of brain that it feels sick and tired. Conscious part of brain rationalises this and dunks a couple of ginger nuts into another coffee with a sugar in, and in a minute or two all is fine again. If you were doing a time and motion study, I'm sure you would reckon there are too many links in this communication chain, but it works pretty well, no? I'm aware that there are all sorts of complex issues that I'm skirting to do with insulin and whathaveyou, but the basic system is the same.

Earlier every morning, at a somewhat more unpredictable time, I get a rush of mental energy. I can solve previously insoluble problems, I am inspired in an artistic designery way, I am enthused with optomism for all the things I am going to get done during the day ahead. Frustratingly, it only lasts a few minutes because after that time I need to go and have a dump. Sorry if that's a little graphic, but there you are. The few minutes before I get the ten-minute warning that I need to go for a shit are the most productive of the day. I can frequently be seen frantically drawing while hopping about, cheeks clenched, trying to finish tricky bits before I go to the loo. Trouble is, when I'm finished, the energy and enthusiasm are completely gone. I've forgotten the solutions, the jobs I was looking forward to seem like chores, inspiration disappears. It doesn't matter if I've been two minutes or read half a novel, the effect is the same.

A medical doctor friend of mine said that there is as much nervous tissue associated with your abdominal tract as there is in your brain. (Mind you, he also thinks that the anus is astonishingly clever and underrated because it's just a little hoop of muscle and yet it can tell the difference between liquid and solid. Hah. Not always, it fucking can't). So perhaps we should be treating our abdominal nervous tissue a little more kindly; giving it a better press, maybe. We do all sorts of things for our cranial brain tissue, why not the rest of it? Does omega-3 fish oil work for all your other neural connections, perhaps make your gut more efficient? Or your spinal cord? More importantly, how do I get the inspired-by-my-gut feeling to last?*

I was musing thus, and indeed had written most of the above in draft, when I came across this debate, at Greavsie's blog. I'd never heard of Berocca, but it sounds just what I need. I've already nearly fallen asleep in my chair this morning (not because I'm tired, just bored with what I was doing - which indeed is why I am doing this at the moment). Long-term readers will be aware that I'm a bit of a winter loony, and have problems motivating myself in the long dark days. SAD, perhaps. The doctor said maybe, but try getting more exercise in the daytime before we go down that route. Thanks for that.

So, Berocca it is. I know it's not an anti-depressant, but I'm sure if I can boost my energy with something other than caffeine I won't feel so unmotivated. It's the huge effort that I have to make some days just to get the necessary, bill-paying stuff done that makes me down, I reckon. If I had more energy I'd get more done and wouldn't feel down about it. It's a theory, anyway.

If I ever get my finger out and get the work I'm supposed to be doing as we speak finished, I'll have to go into town later to the repro shop. I can go to Boots at the same time. Or Holland and Barrett, perhaps. Maybe I can feed all of my nervous tissue with it, you never know.

I shall harness the power of my poo-brain. Yellow piss seems a small price to pay.

*anyone suggesting shoving things up my arse, or trying to hold onto a shit all day, will have their chat banned, or something.


  • Porridge.


    No, really. I'm not kidding.


    By Blogger the Beep, at 12:01 pm  

  • berocca absolutely fucking rocks*, but bearing in mind it's about 2000% of everything vitamin-wise you should have in a day i don't think it's a long term solution. i have one if i'm going running of a morning (which i am starting again if we EVER MOVE HOUSE) as it's a fabulous kickstart.

    what the beep says though - if berocca rocks then porridge is proper magic. porridge at 7.45am and i'm not even nearly hungry until 12.30, and i'm a girl.

    blimey. who would have thought i'd have so much to say on the subject...

    * not so much yellow piss as nuclear orange. disconcerting, until you get used to it.

    By Blogger surly girl, at 3:15 pm  

  • whatever happened to the juicer?

    ginger, apples, blueberries, carrots and parsley (in your preferred combinations) (great for interesting coloured piss)(I'm sure your's came with a book like mine)

    and I'm with the beep/surly on porridge: very very good for you (insuling levels, gut, poo and brain)

    and don't forget the nuts and seeds (hunter/gatherer brain food)

    if you eat well (which you are more than capable of doing)(especially now we know about all those fresh veggies) (but discounting HF-W's dodgy meat recipes) you really don't need 'supplements' (ie Berocca, if they are the orange fizzy tablets I'm thinking of that people who work in offices think they need to take in the morning to wake themselves up, but I can't be arsed to go check in the medical cabinet)

    have no idea what your post was really about, as I only skim read it, so probably haven't helped at all


    By Blogger don't chase it, at 4:25 pm  

  • I think you'll find that porridge is deadly poison, as is anything else which is cooked milky slop, such as rice pudding, tapioca, and semolina. Bleurg. Ack.

    I've gone and bought the fizzy orange stuff - £12-99 for 45, people, so it'd damn well better work. I nearly fell into Boots' diabolical trap and bought the identically packaged stuff next to it on the shelf, but as they say, if it doesn't say 'Berocca' on the packet, it isn't Berocca in the packet.

    I'll go for it in the morning, as I don't really need to be awake this evening.

    By Blogger crisiswhatcrisis, at 4:48 pm  

  • Oh, and DCI, the juicer is still going strong if a little irregularly. We run out of fruit so damn fast when Child One has it in mind to juice stuff. And H F-W's recipes are fine (if there are any lawyers reading, ahem): it was solely the fault of my ingredients.

    By Blogger crisiswhatcrisis, at 4:51 pm  

  • Prepare for oddly coloured Pee!!

    By Blogger greavsie, at 6:02 pm  

  • I think you'll find porridge is a damned site (dammed sight? who knows? oh well) cheaper AND HEALTHIER for you than some tablets that fizz and make your pee change colour (just think what that's doing to your kidneys - if you need another concern, there's one straight away)

    (if you don't like milk, you could always make it with water - then you could put salt into it, you might like that)

    By Blogger don't chase it, at 10:00 pm  

  • Greavsie: I am prepared. About half and hour from now, I reckon.

    DCI: my kidneys will just have to put up with it.

    *puts fingers in ears* I'm not eating porridge, I'm not eating porridge, I can't hear you, I'm not listening, can't hear you ...

    By Blogger crisiswhatcrisis, at 8:54 am  

  • Don't listen.
    Die Soon.
    Your call.
    We all know best.

    By Blogger the Beep, at 10:59 pm  

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