Category Archives: nourish

What is a cough and what is a cold?


The definition of a cough : Middle English: of imitative origin; related to Dutch kuchen ‘to cough’ and German keuchen ‘to pant’, Expel air from the lungs with a sudden sharp sound, kuchen : cough, hack, kuch: fit of coughing,.

A cough is a sound we make that has a deeper cause, like a post-nasal drip, a pneumonia or a bronchitis (blockage in the passageways), a problem with the nerve supplying the lining of the lung, asthma, smoking, a lung tumour, gastric reflux etc. So in my humble opinion cough syrup as such is a little bit like using an antibiotic to treat a viral infection. One needs to treat the cause of the cough. Once one gets to the root of the problem and treats that the kuchen will go away.

🙂

What is a cold? A cold usually implies a viral infection of milder intensity that the “flu”. So many people say I have the flu please give me an antibiotic. Well! Antibiotics DO NOT touch viruses for starters and “the flu” is not the common cold or a bacterial infection like a sinusitis or a bronchitis.

Cold viruses :

  • human parainfluenza virus.
  • Human metapneumovirus.
  • coronaviruses adenovirus.
  • human respiratory syncytial virus.
  • enteroviruses.

A virus is a tiny little living thing of genetic material that infects you. It is vastly different to a bacteria.

(yes do not confuse your google search with 27 years of study…)

Cold viruses generally do not kill you.

However the flu viruses of which there are also many amongst them swine flu and the influenza virus CAN kill you. So that is why we have a flu vaccine. It is so that you don’t get one of the virulent viruses that can kill you. Yes you may still get a cold virus or a bacteria (that is not part of the flu vaccine) …but it will NOT KILL you. Get it???

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I spent the past 3 days on a slack pack through the Dargle forests with Julia Colvin and Jonathan (Italian surname) and a few other SNAFU’s that greatly help her with all the organisation it takes. Spekboom is a relatively new company but Julia is not new to traversing beautiful ground.

We had the absolute best “bathing in the forest” adventure possible. Nine ladies on the hike and what a wonderful time of awe and wonder (and a lot of blood sweat and sore feet) but how worth it – can not be quantified what this kind of thing does for the soul.

The sole on the other hand – she takes a beating. (Especially when you discover on the friday that your boots have literally gone walking and you now realise that the old pair of running shoes will have to suffice).

If you are in need of soul food, a little piece of heaven for the soul I would highly highly recommend this. The food was phenomenal, the company was glorious, the views breathtaking and the general injection of delight into ones being simply unquantifiable.

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Emotion


Listened to a fascinating talk shared on Facebook this am : Watch Susan David‘s TED Talk on how to control your emotions in a healthy way:http://t.ted.com/kZ3eEcm. She explores the paradigm that being positive has become to be morally “correct” and that we seem to all have bought into this delusion.

I love the way she expounds the fact that this is a dead man’s perrogative.

Emotion is part of being human and the full range of emotions is what makes us alive. They do not control us, however going through the full range actually enables success not the way we currently just wish to put on a smiley face and pretend it all happy.

Humans are complicated, thank the Lord for that. We do have emotions. We are NOT artificial intelligence robots.

Stop before you criticise a fellow human today for what you perceive to be negativity or grief or a “negative” emotion. Allow compassion, understanding and quiet supportive stillness to abide.

The joy of kinship is something I feel was worked at on a daily basis by the ancients. Community, living in “communion” and “supporting” one another friend to friend, lover to lover, something we don’t really really do anymore. Perhaps we are too busy. Perhaps we are too driven by things that actually don’t matter in the end.

We do actually need each other. And we do actually have a role in each others lives in terms of empathy, compassion and even just silent standing by –  a deep recognition of another just by “being” there in spirit and truth.

February the month of love


Love love the big love. Which organ serves you most in love?

Is it the heart ? Or could it be the brain?

Could it be the gut??

Are the gut and the brain connected? Is the heart just a pump or it the seat of the soul there?

Love is patient love is kind. Love is in essence a pure distilled un-muddied thing.

Yet the process of love is very muddy.

We all yearn for it, even the toughest amongst us. Even the hardest of the hard, well some would argue they yearn for it more. In more ways than one 😉

The body is a vessel that contains so much, working in synergy, a whole lot of stuff being co-ordinated on a minute to minute basis. A miracle indeed.

Physical, biological, chemistry and so much much more! Then throw emotion in there. It’s a wonder we can “contain” it all.

I will end with my favourite Kalil Gibran ” The deeper the sorrow carves into your being, the more joy it can contain.” Sad but happy.

 

Medical aids and the future?


In my opinion which some may argue is not humble. I argue it is.

Medical aids restrict care for patients as well as shoot themselves in the foot when it comes to downstream costs.

Particularly in an environment like south africa where we have this tsunami wave of a diabetes epidemic. Approaching things holistically (as CDE which originated in Joburg and is now all over RSA) is the only way to manage the finances we have. Yet the push back from some medical aids is interesting to use a word so as not to offend.

I am merely a GP – general practitioner. I have made it my mission to stay up to date (as well as the most qualified I can be) regarding diabetes at large. I am passionate about it. I am even more passionate about the best care for my patients. This largely could translate to the best money spent for medical aids but alas it does not turn out that way 9 times out of 10.

There are medical aids who are open minded and practice preventative care like Discovery and medications and appliances are provided with insight and good application.

I wish this were across the board. Alas not in our beautiful country.

Patients vote with where they pay their money.  The next few years are critical as to both the direction of medical aids and whether the money will be spent effectively saving downstream costs or whether the whole thing just implodes. Every day another massive wave of patients are added to this problem. It is soon to hit that critical mass where devastation occurs.

We have to become more preventative, we have to manage what we have to the best of our abilities with what we have.  That is best done with more brains. Team is key. Technology is key and unfortunately not everyone is on this boat.

Think before you drink before you drive, think before you eat that cake and you don’t survive.

 

Death Oh who art thou?


To lose a loved one is one of the hardest things for me. I am so unsettled by it, especially if it is someone my age or younger. Because I am young. And Death is so definite.

At someone’s memorial or funeral one expects to gain closure and to get some kind of “feeling” that the world is upright again. But alas it is not always so.

My “friendus” Mark Reynolds was a larger than life person who was always going to defeat death until he didn’t. I met Mark on the “kleuterskool” play ground in a small town called Tzaneen where english speakers were in the minority. There were 3 of us : Mark, Vivienne and myself.

We played on the “baantjie” and said ” get away, get away” a lot. We forged a friendship right there and then that lasted an eternity (I hope). Death confuses me and many of the things I hope for (faith) elude my desire for confirmation thereof.

Throughout junior and high school we played, we learned, we experimented. Mark was the first to offer me a cigarette -menthol nogal. I tried it, hated it and it convinced me lifelong that I would not smoke. We hiked in the gorgeous agatha forest, slid down the rocks. We laughed so much mostly our sides split.

We rode horses in Sabie – galloping into eternity together.

More recently Mark attended my sister and my wedding. I will never forget Mark giving my bemused husband-to-be a flower as was his custom.

Mark’s laugh was one of those that triggered others to laugh and not stop. His smile captivated. His heart was one the most beautiful I have ever seen. He sacrificed so much for others – his important others.

In love I believe he was let down so badly it still hurts me. He painted out of that and gave up on romantic love – which is so so desperately sad but I believe he was trying to self preserve. For me this is so tragic as he was a gorgeous soul and the love between 2 people – true romantic love as it were is something that can take one to heights that nothing else can- and it did – only it dropped him too (as it does many).

He had so much to give – in life and love.

Taken way way too soon, I just don’t understand and I guess never will.

What I know is that we must live here now, and make each minute count. We must cherish each other in the moment. Be present in the moment and live each as if the last.

 

To Mark – my “friendus” ignite heaven as I know you will with your soul. Devastate them with the joy that radiates out of it. The deeper the sorrow carves into your being the more joy it can contain. I love you and I always will.

The wounded healer


For Jung, “a good half of every treatment that probes at all deeply consists in the doctor’s examining himself… it is his own hurt that gives a measure of his power to heal. This, and nothing else, is the meaning of the Greek myth of the wounded physician.

I have just read a great article about depression and doctors and how poorly it is managed amongst doctors. But the concept of a wounded healer has always fascinated me. As has healing. As have healers.

I am intrigued that is takes wounding to heal. And yet I guess in a karma kind of way it makes sense.

Indeed intriguing that there is power to heal. Frightening on some level.

History also confounds me and implores me to explore it. Ancient texts and characters of the past beckon to me to learn from them. Long before modern medicine existed healing existed. Long before the dawn of todays many western ideas ancient cultures treated dis ease successfully. We are here after all and did not die out as a species.

I respect deeply the ancients. I respect suffering and wounding. In a sense it is a teacher.

Grappling with self, wrestling with self is possibly also a part of this?

Wounded. In a process of healing.