D. Fish. Antsy

At a recent Drs. visit my  physician mentioned that they're seeing more and more vitamin D deficient patients this year than ever before.
"Moi", I interjected sternly " certainly, not, there isn't a ricket to be found anywhere near my person"
"True that, but you are deficient. Oily fish my friend, and a pill, that's what you need. Get outside and walk around in the sun."

I won't lie, the whole thing made me crabby. Walk around in the sun? It's gray everyday, the ground and the sky are the same imperceptible hue. I used to adore snow globes but now that I live in one, not so much. This IS the Winter of my discontent, thank you Shakespeare (or Bacon).

Take another pill ? I already have migraine maintenance twice a day,  and cholesterol pills, now another? It seemed crazy and I began to think the most intelligent thing to do would be to stop going to the doctor.

I walked into the local chemist to fill my new script and was horrified when the nice girl behind the counter not only recognized me but knew my address.  I had unwittingly crossed a line into some sort of medical zone that's reserved for OLDER people who require numerous prescriptions and special boxes to put them in.

I could end up that way. It starts out quite innocently I would assume. At first it's just a box to keep all the pills in one place, then it's a box just to sort one day from the next. From that point it moves to morning, noon and night and the next thing you know you're hooked on a box labeled days of the week, hour by hour and you have a registered nurse on the payroll to sort them out for you. I swore an oath then and there on a stack of diabetic magazines that I would never let that happen to me and handed over my script for vitamin D. The counter girl quietly slipped one of the magazines in my bag for me. I was appreciative.

I'm in the market for oily fish, sardines or mackeral and things to do with these oily fish. Salmon, is a staple for me, I love it and eat it frequently. I think Costco has fantastic Salmon and I usually just toss it in the oven with a spritz of olive oil, dill and a sprinkle of Kosher salt. I have no idea where to get mackeral, it sounds British.

I walked around in the, ah, sun and enjoyed it very much this morning as well as my breakfast of spinach and egg beaters. I can't help but feel a little bit antsy though, I'm anxious for the ground to be less slippery and the sun to actually peek through. A blue sky would be nice!

All the best, Kate