You know that thing where sports commentators are watching their baseball/football/lacrosse/whatever people play in your part of the world match, and they say something like “Wow, that Portchester guy is the best damn lacrosse player I ever saw and he’s gonna get the puck in the sweepnet any minute”, and then the Portchester guy immediately falls over and breaks all the bones in his body?
I believe it’s called the commentators’ curse, and I seem to have fallen victim to its close cousin, the bloggers’ curse, this past week.
No sooner had I written an entry saying I was so well I didn’t have anything to write about, my intestines gave me something to write about. They’ve very helpful like that. Sometimes they even make the bed.
Now, it has to be said that I may have contributed to my own demise here, because on Sunday night I dropped my magnesium intake down from 450mg a day to 350mg a day. This was because for several weeks, perhaps longer, I had been verging on the D side of things, nothing major but not quite normal either, and so I was trying to correct the balance. In fact, I would say that since I started taking the 450 dose I had been slightly on the D side of normal, only just, but still a little off base.
However, on Wednesday and Thursday things seemed to swing too far the other way though, and I had a particularly pleasant session in the bathroom during which I can only assume that a small and badly co-ordinated hippo was attempting to climb out of my sphincter.
I took that as a warning that my body was objecting to the drop in magnesium, so I went up to 400mg a day, and for the last couple of days I have felt fine. I am fairly hopeful that I can keep things on an even keel with 400mg a day, or if not perhaps 400mg some days and 450mg when the hippo situation arises.
Of course, knowing my luck and the sensitivity of the IBS intestine, my ideal level of magnesium is probably 413mg a day, or 427.00782mg a day, in which case I have a small problem. But still, at least I have felt fine again for the last couple of days, and at least the magnesium actually seems to have an effect on my gut, which is encouraging. And I’ve made a nice hutch for the hippo.