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I am an obscure great-great-grandson of Oscar Adolphe Barcelo & Eugenie Beaudry of Montréal.

And I am an equally obscure great-grandson of George Henry Leandre Barcelo & Sarah Anne Bird of Winnipeg (Manitoba) and Langdon (North Dakota).

Friday, 8 March 2019

Bladderwrack (Fucus Vesiculosus) to Treat Low Iodine Levels │ Heart Failure: Dramatically Strengthen the Organ with Terminalia Arjuna


As with the evening prior, last evening I was into my bed before 10:00 p.m., but I fared much better with sleep.

Nevertheless, I still only slept in spurts, and my first time check probably was no later than around midnight.

My wife had worked the day at her friend's Thai restaurant, so I was expecting her home at some point overnight.

By around 2:30 a.m. I felt myself to have been laying awake much too long profitlessly, so I rose to soon get to work on the post I finally wanted to get published today at one of my six hosted websites.

Shortly into that task ─ it was 3:01 a.m. exactly ─ my wife was unlocking the front door, finally home. Naturally, she expressed some surprise at finding me sitting here at my computer and not in bed. However, I assured that I would only be up for awhile ─ it was not to stay.

I was to find later that after she had retired to bed, she left the bathroom light on, and our bedroom door wide open. Perhaps she was expecting me to be coming to bed sooner than I would be able.

I stuck with the website post work until I finally got the darned thing published: Bus Udon Thani to Bangkok Ⅱ.

Most definitely I had not thought that this work would take me so long ─ I had even fully expected that I would be done before dawn. But I think that it was around 6:44 a.m. by the time I was returning to bed. My wife had confirmed that she would not have to be getting up for her usual 11:00 a.m. start at the restaurant, so I was not going to be a hurtful intrusion to her essential sleep.

Alas, though I was comfortable enough, my sleep was not only in brief segments, but it also seemed very superficial ─ I nevr felt myself to have fallen into a deep sleep at any point.

And it was around 9:32 a.m. before I next made a time check and decided to get up for the day.

My younger brother was downstairs watching T.V.

I came back here to my computer, which I keep in a small room next to my bedroom. And then around 9:52 a.m. I went downstairs to fix myself an instant coffee and join my brother in the living room.

He doesn't understand the operation of our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box, so I used it to fetch up a documentary I had recently read of and wanted to tune in for the both of us: Biosludged.

My brother was up and away so often that I bet he was out of the room in total for 10 or even 15 minutes over the course of the feature.

This can be exceedingly annoying, but I do my best to bear it. I can only chalk it up to limited deeper brain function brought on by decades of essentially daily alcohol abuse by him.

Regardless, he never sought any bedrest until into the latter half of the noon-hour, and that was my opportunity to get out to the backyard tool-shed for some exercising.

But concerning the U.S. documentary describing what is going on in America, I suspect that Canada deals with sewage sludge similarly in parts of the country.

The implications are harrowing ─ this toxic waste ought to be incinerated. The heavy metals will remain, yes; but at least the organic and non-metalic industrial and pharmaceutical waste would be (in the main) destroyed.

Incidentally, my eldest stepson never bothered getting up and going to work this morning. I don't know what shift his younger brother has, but both have been home as I type these words at 1:59 p.m.

The younger lad is usually still up whenever I rise during the night as I did this a.m. to work on that website post.

The day has been mostly sunny. A snow warning issued yesterday wasn't very serious ─ maybe an inch or so was added to the thinner blanket that had fallen the day before.

And beneath some of that is a thicker crust of older snow that fell in February and resisted melting because it lay where the Sun isn't able to reach for long ─ that is, sheltered and shaded areas.

I should here mention that the incisor pain I wrote of so much in yesterday's post is less pronounced, so it is my hope that whatever is amiss will continue to abate until I am more or less back to normal.

But one day, if I ever feel that I have a future and am motivated to care more for myself, I will have to seek out a holistic dentist.

...Okay, it is now 4:18 p.m., and my brother took off for the afternoon around 2:20 p.m., and my wife finally emerged from our bedroom at 2:25 p.m.

However, just before my brother left, he jocularly queried me whether my wife had maybe died in the bedroom?

Earlier today, I read a short article about a certain kind of seaweed (Fucus vesiculosus) in which it was claimed that the seaweed's iodine content was somehow moderated when it was ingested by us ─ to quote:
It upregulates the production of hormones that process iodine.

That means your body uses what it needs... and gets rid of the rest... FAST.
Yet the article still stressed that the consumer needed to be certain that his or her iodine levels truly were low before regularly supplementing with this stuff because excessive iodine is dangerous.

Here's the article:

HSIonline.com

I haven't done a thorough piece of research, but I could not locate mention anywhere else concerning that claim about hormonal regulation by bladderwrack to control how much of its iodine gets assimilated by our bodies.

Granted, I only did the most cursory investigation, for I haven't that much free blogging time today.

So if you are interested in bladderwrack, do some research into it for yourself.

Here are three mainstream articles ─ the second one may put you off at the first sight of that incredibly long opening sequence featuring "Related Terms" that are associated with bladderwrack, but just scroll on past that ugly long paragraph:
If you truly don't mind digging deep, here are a couple of .pdf documents ─ the first from the European Medicines Agency is over 50 pages long; the second from the National Toxicology Program of the National Institute of Environmental Health Sciences is a fifth as long:
The Chemical Selection Working Group (CSWG) mentioned in that last document is some sort of database for subjects upon which the National Cancer Institute evidently performs carcinogenesis bioassays.

But let's keep this simpler ─ these are easier reads:
As usual, for curiosity's sake, I did an Amazon search using the botanical term Fucus vesiculosus to see what products would turn up, and their cost ─ that search is at the top of this post.

Fortunately, as far as I know, I am not in need of the iodine boost.

A second article I have today concerns a specific bark extract (from Terminalia arjuna trees) that is claimed to be able to strengthen the heart ─ especially for those who have suffered heart failure:

HSIonline.com

That sure sounds like a really good deal, even if it has likely been exaggerated ─ but if it has, it was only slightly if a few of the following articles are an indication:
This bark extract sounds attractive enough that I would supplement with it if my damned monthly pension wasn't so inadequate.

Anyway, the Amazon search I did using the botanical name is at the bottom of this post.

I close today's post now with another Google Photos commemorative collage, this time in honour of March 8, 2013 ─ Google Photos automatically created it today from some photos in an old Google Photos album that contains photos taken during a trip back to Thailand my wife had made to visit her mother, other family members, and old friends:


It's unfortunate that a photo of my wife or someone else I knew wasn't included in that collage, but here are the three original photos:




It is 6:41 p.m. at this point, and my wife is still home and has cooked up a storm. However, she will soon enough be leaving us, for she spends most of her weekends somewhere in Vancouver.

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