That, my friends, is vas-cu-freaking-litis.
What happened?? Is the juicing not working??
Oh yes. It works. If you actually DO it.
I went to a funny place in my head this week. That negative little place with that irritating little voice that says crappy little things.
“You’re too old to go back to school.”
“Juicing probably isn’t really the reason that you’re healing.”
“You can’t pull off flesh colored jeggings.”
Actually…go ahead and listen to that last one. No, really. Please.
For some reason I talked myself out of juicing for a couple of days this week. It was more than the ‘pain in the assedness’ of it. I mean, yes. Juicing is a pain. And expensive. And it it sucks to clean it…blah blah blah…all the stuff we all know.
It was more than that. It was letting the skeptics in. And of course, you are your own worst critic.
“How can juicing REALLY be helping that much? What is it about JUICE that makes my blood vessels stop exploding?? How is that even slightly possible?”
It was a talk myself out of it, cross my arms and pout kind of moment. So I found myself juicing just once a day. And then…not at all.
The little voice whispered: “It’s not going to make a difference.”
“It won’t. And is this really something you want to do everyday for the rest of your life?”
“Hmmm…I guess not.”
Here is a solid truth. Dietary changes are some of the hardest changes you’ll ever make. And definitely the hardest to stick with. Convenience foods are called that for a reason. They are convenient. At the time. But if they are making you sick then they aren’t convenient at all.
I’m an old school kid. I was raised on pink antibiotics and chewable kiddie aspirin (remember those?? yum!). If the Prednisone and Plaquenil and Colcrys had worked I would still be taking them…popping them in 2 twice a day and shrugging off the side effects. Driving to the doctors twice a week…sitting in the waiting room…sitting in traffic…sitting in line at the pharmacy. I would have done it all without question.
That total trust in Western medicine? It is hard to let go of that mindset. I’ve said it before and I still mean it…there is absolutely a place in our lives for medicines. But not the whole place. And not with blind trust.
Is juicing hard? Yes. Is making most of our food and cutting out processed food and constantly educating myself a pain in the boohiney? Yes.
Are there side effects of juicing? Oh hell yes. Energy. Better skin. Thicker nails. Healthier hair. NO HIVES OR VASCULITIS.
Are there side effects of the medicines? Just a few. Nausea, stomach cramps, loss of appetite, diahhrea, dizziness, or headache, arm/leg/back pain, fast heartbeat, hair loss/color change, mental/mood changes (e.g., anxiety, depression, hallucinations), ringing in the ears/hearing loss, worsening of skin conditions (e.g., psoriasis). serious (sometimes permanent) eye problems or muscle damage, sensitivity to light, vision changes (e.g., blurred vision, seeing light flashes/streaks/halos, missing/blacked-out areas of vision), muscle weakness, severe stomach/abdominal pain, severe nausea/vomiting, easy bleeding/bruising, signs of infection (e.g., fever, persistent sore throat), seizures, shortness of breath, swelling ankles/feet, extreme tiredness, dark urine, yellowing eyes/skin, rash, itching/swelling (especially of the face/tongue/throat), dizziness, trouble breathing.
And that’s just the Plaquenil.
So shake it off, woman. For reals. I don’t know WHY my body seems to react so well to these diet changes but why the hell would I ever look a gift horse like that in the mouth? And then shoot it?
So what’s important ISN’T that I stumbled. It’s that I got up. And back on track. It’s that I’m going to go register for classes next week and that I have bone broth simmering on the stove and that I’m about to drink my second juice of the day. It’s that I put duct tape on the mouth of that awful negative inner voice and instead I listened to the whisper of the vasculitis. The worst thing that has turned into the best thing. My gift.