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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).

Monday, 2 September 2019

Some Suggestions for Male Low Libido / Erectile Dysfunction Issues


Today is Labour Day here in Canada, so it has been a statutory holiday for most Canadians.

Even those of us who do not work or are retired are of course also affected, since the business of the day is practically the same as if it were a Sunday.

Anyway, I had gotten to bed shortly after 10:00 p.m. last evening; and although I had fractured sleep overnight, I was always relatively comfortable being in bed.

Nonetheless, perhaps around 5:00 a.m. this morning I rose to get to work on the day's content assignment for the post I am nearing completion at one of my six hosted websites.

But it was also my intention to try and get out early to do some shopping at the Save-On-Foods (Google map) nigh on 1½ miles from here in Whalley ─ I do not drive, so I would be walking. I wanted to try and get there as soon after 8:00 a.m. as I could.

The store opens at 7:00 a.m., but the one time that I arrived there well ahead of 8:00 a.m., there were no cashiers on duty. I had to use one of the self-serve stations, and those things are an abomination where things like produce are concerned.

And because I always bring my own two carrying bags, the weight sensitive platform where a customer is supposed to be placing successfully scanned items has always been anathema to me, causing such a fuss that I always end up having to get assistance.

Thus, I have made the decision to try and never to go to the store before 8:00 a.m.

Last night just as I was going to bed, my memory suddenly failed me when I tried to think of my four-digit passcode for my debit card ─ I would need to know it in order to shop.

I have had that four-digit number for many years, so this was perplexing.

I was also feeling some panic, so I had to calm myself and rely upon a night's sleep to restore my memory ─ it was best to endeavour not to give it any further thought.

I'm unsure just when it was this morning that the recollection struck of that memory failure of last night, but I was not too much better off in retrieving my four-digit debit card passcode.

I could tell that the day was likely going to bed sunny and hot, even though at daybreak the dew was so heavy as a result of some mist that I wondered if we were having a very light rain.

I had not exercised at all yesterday beyond a 10-minute plank, so I wanted to tackle today's scheduled toolshed exercises before I went anywhere ─ otherwise, I was running risk of finding myself too weary to exercise, and the shed far too overheated for me to brave if I was indeed depleted.

So I got that done.

By the time I had actually set off on my three-or-so-mile round trip hike, it was already after 8:00 a.m.

As I walked, I began mulling over the riddle of my debit card passcode. I was able to decide upon three possible four-digit candidates ─ two of those passcodes differed only by the last digit.

Armed with those three possibilities, I decided that it would be best if I went to the Coast Capital Savings building (Google map) over by the King George SkyTrain Station. I would use the outdoor ATM and try to access my account with my debit card.

Once there, I settled upon first trying one of the two nearly identical four-digit codes, and then I would try the other if the first code failed.

I entered the first three digits and was just about to enter the fourth, when a sort of 'muscle memory' took hold and the number just felt wrong ─ I had the strongest sense that my finger should be reaching in a different direction.

The direction this feeling had me preferring was actually where the last digit of the second code I was going to try was located; so I typed it in, rather than the number I had intended to try out.

And it worked!

I now surely knew what my passcode was, and I could confidently shop.

Note: I could not help but wonder if any of this memory lapse was related to the fact that my 70th birthday is just over a month away?

Whatever the case, I got my shopping done and hiked my groceries back home. By then, it was around 9:43 a.m., and my younger brother was up and watching T.V.

I joined him at 10:00 a.m., and soon put our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box into play to watch episodes of three of the series that we follow. He does not understand how to operate the device, so that duty falls to me. Whenever I make myself unavailable, my brother has no choice but to settle for whatever weak fare he is able to locate with the limited programming that our basic cable package affords.

Toward the end of the noon hour he sought some bedrest ere taking off for the afternoon to eventually resume his daily beer-swilling.

I was too hungry to seek a needed nap without first having a meal ─ it was nearly 24 hours since I had last eaten.

I also had to slice up a small red cabbage and six beets (three that still had their lushly leafed stalks) ─ it was time to set up a new batch of naturally fermented vegetables, and these were to be my choice.

My brother was back downstairs before I was done that task, and he soon enough took his leave.

I had no sooner finished and come upstairs here to my computer to do a few things before seeking my nap, when my wife arrived home ─ she tends to spend her weekends in Vancouver (such is our marriage).

She works at one of her friends' Thai restaurants that is out this way, but apparently my wife had not gone in to work this morning. The restaurant has a short shutdown around 3:00 p.m., and then opens again at 4:30 p.m., so I presumed that my wife was likely to be going in for the latter part of the day.

She got busy doing some cooking for us, since she had not been home since Friday morning. I believe that both of her sons were present.

After awhile, I went downstairs and attempted some small talk as she fussed over the sink with some dishes, her back to me.

Her non-committal, disinterested response was so offsetting that I decided that I would go out into the backyard and spend a half-hour sunning myself in a section of the yard not visible from the kitchen.

It was 3:53 p.m. when I finished up and came back into the house. As I expected would be the case, she had gone without a word to me.

She won't be back again until after she finishes working today. However, I never know if she'll show up in the latter evening or the wee hours of the a.m., for she parties a lot and also seems to have a casino problem.

With her probably gone to work, at least I was free to have that badly needed nap.

I was going to link to an article that I received in an E-mail back on August 26, but I have researched the two possible websites where it would normally have gotten published, and I can find no trace of it:
Since I feel that the article might be of interest to any older men who may see this post, I will reproduce the article in full:
[Guy Talk] FIVE WAYS to set the bedroom on fire all over again

Welcome to Opposite Day!

On the one hand, you've got a mainstream report in Medscape that looks at all-natural solutions to help guys in the bedroom... and it DOESN'T completely trash them.

On the other hand, you've got me. I'm gonna urge a little more caution on this one.

Yep. We're truly in Bizzaro World now!!!

The new report spoke very highly of yohimbine -- glowing about how in one study, the herb worked FOUR TIMES BETTER than a placebo.

They didn't recommend it, mind you -- this is still Medscape, after all.

But considering the fact they didn't completely dismiss it... that's practically a GLOWING review (coming from them, anyway).

Here's why I'm not on the same page... and am a bit more cautious when it comes to this African arousal trick.

And here are the other all-natural solutions I'd recommend first.

Put the air back in your tires with THESE herbal alternatives

I won't say avoid yohimbine altogether.

I've even recommended this extract of the African "love tree" to a couple of my own patients over the years...

And they swore by the stuff.

But yohimbine can raise blood pressure and heart rate... so it's not great for anyone with heart risk.

If you're healthy, you can give it a shot... as long as you clear it with your doc.

But it's not even in my personal Top 5 boosters for the boom-boom room.

Those are:
  1. L-arginine
  2. Ginkgo biloba
  3. Saw palmetto
  4. Muira puama
  5. Magnesium
The first one, L-arginine, has been shown to work as well as meds... but without the crazy side effects.

Doses of 1,000 to 2,000 mg per day, taken without food, can get you back in action.

Even that Medscape report found it can improve erection, desire, satisfaction, and orgasm.

But Medscape dismissed the next one, ginkgo biloba, as "sketchy." Ha!

That may be because in an age of pills that work in minutes, you gotta take gingko for six months to see results.

That's the downside...

The upside is that this stuff is proven to increase blood flow "down there," which is how the magic happens.

Now, for many guys, bedroom frustration isn't from a lack of circulation -- but from an enlarged prostate.

Saw palmetto can shrink it back down... so you can get back to business.

It can also ease the other notorious BPH problems, especially bladder issues (which can also put a damper on any romantic evenings).

A lot of guys, on the other hand, can't get going because of stress.

Magnesium is a natural relaxant that can put you at ease and help you get going again.

More importantly, it helps your body crank out the nitric oxide needed to become rock-hard.

And finally, the stuff better known as "potency wood," Muira puama, was named it right.

One study found that after two weeks of taking the stuff, 60% of guys were working with some potent wood.

Medscape also called this one "sketchy" -- which I guess means I am officially "sketchy" now!

I'll also throw a BONUS one into the mix...

Niacin!

The old "flush" type increases blood flow (hence, the "red flush" some folks get). If you time it correctly, it works its way into your "extremities" just in time for the action to happen.

If you don't care for how red it turns your skin... turn the lights out!

You've got other options, too... from testosterone-boosting fenugreek to the Fo-Ti root used in traditional Chinese medicine.

Since some can interact with meds or other herbs, just be sure to speak to your doc first. 
My monthly pension is too limited for me to be able to afford everything mentioned in the article, but there is one plant that I am definitely going to see about ordering supplements of ─ saw palmetto.

I have spent more time on this post that I wanted to ─ it is approaching 8:00 p.m. Therefore, I am going stop here and prooofread this post, and then get it published. 
 

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