Showing posts with label La Bourboule. Show all posts
Showing posts with label La Bourboule. Show all posts

Thursday, 25 October 2018

Another sunny day in la Bourboule

I don't usually approve of graffiti, especially not on churches - but this is funny!

Had a little wander around before lunch ...

I wondered about this - a romantic gift to some lucky person?




 




Back of the hotel where I am staying

I went out to have lunch today, given the dearth of cabbage.  I had ONE roll with my soup, one flipping roll.  And have been blowing my nose ever since.

Back to cabbage!


Monday, 22 October 2018

Eating cabbage in la Bourboule

This is a sort of addendum to the previous post ....

Apparently I have caused a local supply crisis in la Bourboule.  The whole town has run out of white cabbage.  Today I tried to buy some Brussels Sprout, but was warned off them by the shopkeeper - other customers have been complaining.

They are also out of broccoli, not a stalk to be had.

I may need to leave the town centre and go to one of the various out of town shops.  Mind you, they may have been warned about me.  I can just imagine them hiding all their cruciferous vegetables - it's that crazy foreigner, don't leave your cauliflowers undefended!

Snif.  I am sitting on my bed, thinking longingly of the feasts of days past.  Crunchy, sweet, juicy, delicious cabbage!  I ate it without condiments or spices, just cut into large chunks.  I spent hour upon hour, like a ruminating cow, thoughtfully chewing cabbage leaves, carefully and thoroughly, like a disciple of Fletcher.

I desire no other food at all.  Faced with the dearth of cabbage I am thinking of going on another little fast, just three or four days.  What is the point of eating, after all, when I cannot eat cabbage?

On the table nearby sits a tin full of shortbread, which I have brought as a gift for someone.  In the past I would have had no compunction to raid the tin.  But not any more.  I look at the tin and wish it was full of cabbage.  Shortbread no longer strikes me as food.

The last few days I noticed that my acid reflux has disappeared.  And so have my stomach and intestinal issues.  I am able to smell a little more each day, it seems.  I can sleep at night and breathe through my nose.  So my polyps appear to be shrinking.

The question is, will I have to live exclusively on cabbage for the rest of my life to retain these benefits?

I wouldn't mind all that much, actually.

Ah delicious, scrumptious, delectable cabbage!

Saturday, 20 October 2018

Being Bone-idle in la Bourboule

Sorry there weren't any blog posts, or assorted witticisms, or even a few snap shots.  Basically I was resting.

I have been having problems with nasal polyps for some time now, and the last few years they got so bad I completely lost my sense of smell - I can sit next to a raw onion and smell nothing.  It kind of destroys your enjoyment in food.

Then for the last half year it got even worse, in that I could barely breathe through my nose whenever I laid down to sleep at night.  So basically I didn't sleep much!  If I hadn't been so used to getting little sleep during the menopause I wouldn't have survived the last few months....

Anyway, I decided something had to be done about this.

I had raised the matter with my doctors on various occasions, but didn't get much sympathy.  Operations are pretty useless, since the polyps almost always grow back.  And after every operation there is a bit of scar tissue, and after the forth operation there is so much scarring that no more operations are possible.  So operations don't seem a good solution.

Then there are steroids.  A months ago I had a lung infection - probably from breathing through my mouth - and was given super-heavy doses of oral steroids for five days.  And low and behold, I was able to smell a little - a sure sign of polyp shrinkage.  This only lasted for a week, though.  Evidence that taking steroids reduces polyps, and that the effect reverses when steroids are discontinued.  Since steroids have nasty side effects, they do not strike me as a good solution, either.

However, there remains the fasting cure.  There is no evidence that it works for polyps.  No one knows what causes polyps, but they are related to asthma and sinusitis, which I am prone to.  Both are partly the result of inflammation.  Inflammation is partly caused by certain foods.  Fasting reduces inflammation.

I figured there was a reasonable chance that fasting would also reduce polyps.  And decided that the time had come for a little self experimentation.

The nice thing with nasal polyps is that I can gauge their size by my ability to smell - so no fancy medical measurements are needed to monitor progress.  The more I can smell the smaller the polyps.

First I went on a sort of fasting-mimicking diet for ten days (I was working and didn't want to keel over).  It's a special diet where you eat so little that your body thinks you are actually fasting.  I had about 300 calories a day, no sugar or carbs, just fat and a bit of protein and a few vegetables.  My body was not fooled!  Result minimal - I could sometimes smell something for a second or two, especially after I blew my nose, but that was it.

So I decided to do the real thing, and decided to stop eating for seven days, with only a bit of MCT oil in coffee when I felt faint.  After five days I hit some sort of crisis.  I sneezed for hour upon hour, used up tissues by the landfill site, and felt very very miserable.  Also very very weak.  Reluctantly I broke my fast with some beef broth.

That was three days ago.  I then asked my body what it wanted to eat, and received a clear but weird reply:  raw white cabbage and head-cheese!

I bought a huge head of white cabbage and a large chunk of headcheese, and started to eat, expecting the worst.  After all those days of eating first minimally and then nothing at all, I was overloading my stomach with raw cabbage, by the pound?!?!  I sat on my bed, stomach distended with raw cabbage, and awaited the inevitable.

Miraculously my stomach did not protest - despite me having a history of heartburn etc.  Ditto with the rest of my gastric system.  It seems that my body was so happy to be given real food again that he wasn't going to make any difficulties!

I continued along this path all day yesterday as well, but also added fried green beans and some cheese to my repertoire.  The delicatessen had by now run out of headcheese, so I bought some other, sort of meatloaf thing, instead, and offered it to my stomach.

It was rejected, and I was forced to throw it out.  Luckily the deli restocked today.  Head cheese has a lot of gelatin, and is very anti-inflammatory, so maybe that is what my body is after.  Raw cabbage is also very healthy, full of minerals and vitamins, and it tastes very nice - sort of like sweet radishes!

All the while I continued to sneeze and snort and wipe my nose until it was red and sore, and my nights were spent in sleeplessness.

Until this morning.  I awoke after ten hours of sleep, and did not sneeze.  Watching myself suspiciously, I went to the bathroom to perform my ablutions - usually by now 20 tissues would have become utilised.  Nothing, except a little half-hearted snort.

As I write this evening has fallen, and my tissue consumption remains at a count of three.  I opened the fridge to cook my lunch, and was assailed by the strong fumes of an onion.

I am not allowing myself to be too hopeful yet, but I really do think I am making progress.

So now you know why I have not been posting.  I was / am rather exhausted from lack of food, and needed all my will power to stay away from said food.  And since you are bound to ask, no I didn't lose much weight.  All that cabbage!

Now you must excuse me, I am off to the shops to buy another cabbage!  Yup, I ate a raw cabbage the size of a football in three days flat.

Go figure.


Thursday, 13 September 2018

La Bourboulian Holiday - soon!!!



Soon I will finally return to la Bourboule.

Arranging my annual holiday can be tricky.  I have to find a time where things aren't too busy at work, where my hotel has a vacancy, and where I can find someone to house-sit.

Anyway, I am off on the 14th of October for two weeks.  Usually I go for three weeks, but that just wasn't possible this year.  And who know what will happen next year, what with Brexit and stuff.

I shall just have to enjoy myself as much as possible during this holiday, and afterwards make do with Paris for a while.  Poor downtrodden me!

I have a few blog posts to write up, about Paris and Greenwich and Hoarding for Brexit and all sorts of adventures - I have not been idle this last month!.  That is the problem with me and writing - I always prefer living!

Anyway, keep checking, I will start blogging again soon.



Friday, 23 September 2016

Walking up to the Bench

Bench Heaven!

This is my last post from la Bourboule, until I return next March.  Until then you will have to make do with the usual boring missives from Paris, London, and Oxford, with a few scarf posts thrown in.

In the afternoon I finally went up to polish the plaque on the bench.  It always gets a little tarnished.  Strangely enough, the first few wipe-offs are green, and then they get black - maybe the first ones are algae?

This time I had to evict several tourists who deemed the bench a suitable resting place - honestly, the nerve of some people.  I had to explain who the 'Chevaliers de la Banne d'Ordanche' are, and sent them all off to Glider Mountain.  I am afraid I told them it wasn't far .....

I was tempted to delete all these photos, since they suffer from the usual troubles - too much sunshine!  It makes things look washed out, and not half as beautiful as in real life.  What I need is a camera with a polarising filter inbuilt.  I had one for my old Nikon, but digital cameras don't seem to come with that most valuable of all filters.

The bottom of the stairs that lead to Bench Mountain

Hotel next to the entrance - notice the grand name?  la Bourboule was very international in its heydays


The light reflects bright sunshine - not a crappy camera!



Rocky ground, just like my shortcut yesterday

These signs are not trustworthy!  Les Thermes are right downtown, so why is la Bourboule 500 meters further?

Gorgeous views


There is a parking place at the feet of the Bench Hill


The last few steps


Notice the tourists?


This is after I polished the plaque.  My dentist would be so proud!



The fountain with a zoom

The two large windows in the black part - second row from the top - are my apartment


 

There is a children's holiday home on the way to Bench Mountain



I do love plants grown into walls, especially self seeded ones


 


 



This is the back entrance of the Great Thermes, where I sneak in every morning

City Hall

My hotel

The casino

City hall again

The river Dordogne in front of my hotel

Outrage!  All those amazing mismatched streetlights have been replaced with some bland, boring, MODERN ones.  I only noticed it this afternoon.  I'll never make a great detective.