Health Tip #5

Breathing — Part 1 — (Part 2 below)

Over a dozen years ago I would wake in the morning, after a good eight hours of sleep, feeling as though I had been on a forced march in Army basic training, (a feeling I can still recall from actual experience). Breathe Right strips had just come onto the market, and what prompted me to try them I don’t remember now, but I started using them. I haven’t gone a night without one since then

Maybe I snore; so I’m told. That may be another reason to try them, but for me it was a world of difference because I now realize that, without one, my nasal passages simply collapse shut. I don’t automatically breathe through my mouth when asleep, so I was in fact fighting for breath all night long.

I am aware that there are people who use a CPAP device at night — continuous positive airway pressure — which of course is typically paid for by Medicaid, or sometimes by private insurance. In my opinion, people who use a CPAP machine, especially those who are charging it to my taxes, should be made to use a box of nasal strips first.

A box of 30 strips in the Clear Passage brand costs about $7 at Walmart.

Breathing — Part 2

I used to get an annual sinus infection, usually in March or April, which would finally clear by mid-summer, after I had spent a few hours annoying my family doctor and begging for antibiotics. My current doctor, a physician’s assistant, recommended saline nasal spray last spring.

I use it semi-faithfully and have not had a stuffed sinus passage in two years. In fact, I can sometimes feel the coolness of the air inside sinus passages I didn’t realize for decades that I even had.

A bottle of this spray costs about $3 at Walmart and other fine stores.

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Posted by on 3 March 2012 in Health Tips


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Health Tip #4

Yoga for Yankees


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Posted by on 24 January 2012 in Health Tips


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Health Tip #3


Google black currants. It’s that simple.

I don’t need to say much more than that, except to confess that, since I love whole grain cereal for breakfast and am lactose intollerant, I eat cereal with juice on it instead of milk — I’ve done it for many years. Juices of choice, for me, are black currant, concord grape, and orange juice.

Even in our location, (above the halfway line in Maine, which is the 45th parallel), we can buy it at the local Hannaford supermarket, because all Hannaford stores carry Currant Affair from Connecticut Currant. It’s $5 a half gallon, while the store brand grape juice is $2.80, but you’ll find you use it more sparingly. It’s strong, but like a sauna or 2-mile run, you know it’s good for you.

Web sites to look at: and

I intend to start my own hops this spring, and if I can get a half dozen starters, I’ll plant a patch of black currant too.

David A. Woodbury

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Posted by on 23 January 2012 in Health Tips


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Health Tip #2

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Posted by on 15 January 2012 in Health Tips


Maple Sugaring

Sugaring is a couple months off, but we’re getting ready.  It’s one of those things that some self-reliant people do.  I don’t use “self-reliant” in any political or reactionary sense, just to say we enjoy making use of the resources at hand to help feed ourselves.

Last year we tapped only three trees and in about four week’s time collected around 80 gallons of sap.  This boiled down to two gallons of syrup.  We are fortunate to have nearby neighbors who have mature sugar maple trees in their yards.  They encourage us to tap the trees and hang buckets, and we provide them each with a fancy half-pint bottle of the final product.

This spring we have about ten trees marked.  Will we get three times as much syrup?  Could be.  We don’t produce it to sell; that’s a level of work we aren’t prepared to undergo ourselves.  We don’t have a license to sell it, as I assume would be required.  (More on this a little later.)  We would need to hire people to boil sap around the clock.  We would need sophisticated equipment.  No wonder it costs — what now? — $50 and up a gallon?

We have a wood stove in the garage, and about a cord of dry firewood set aside.  We have a big stainless steel pot to sit on top of the stove.  And we collect in individual pails hung one or two on a tree.  The pails need to be emptied daily, sometimes twice a day, into a larger bottle and carried by hand across the neighborhood to be dumped into a larger container — a plastic barrel or six-gallon water can.

The collected sap is like water and doesn’t even have any appreciable flavor.  We strain it over the steel pot and just boil it continuously until it eventually begins to turn light brown and sticky.   With the wood stove, we can let the fire die out each evening and resume some time the next day.  There are instruments to use in the process and strict standards of sugar content and color for marketable syrup.  We just stop boiling when a teaspoon dipped into the pot and cooled in the hand yields what seems to us to be the right consistency and flavor for table syrup.

This year we want to try taking it a step further and let a little of the syrup reach the consistency of taffy or even lump sugar.  We will report our progress on this some time around mid- to late March.

Maple sugaring is just one way we use nature’s resources.  We collect berries — in fact there was one point this fall when we had 22 gallons of blueberries in our freezer.  These are among the easiest fruits to preserve and to use by the handful from a freezer bag.  (We’ve sent gallons home with relatives and friends, so we’re down to ten or so now.)  We have picked and frozen as many as ten quarts of raspberries and ten quarts of blackberries in one recent season.  We have a few uncultivated apple trees at our disposal and have frozen un-counted bags of sliced apples and uncounted quarts of applesauce this year, much of it from drops that others would pass by.

Our freezer in recent years has held a quarter of a moose (road kill that we brought home, butchered, and shared), half a deer obtained the same way, and about 70 pounds of fresh fish filet (salmon and trout) after I made a two-day fishing trip with friends to Sodus Point, New York, to fish in Lake Ontario.  The other three guys wanted to go fishing but didn’t much care to actually use the fish they brought home.

In addition to our small vegetable patch and a couple of herb plants, we also use, sparingly, wild mushrooms of a couple varieties we trust, and we cook and freeze the pulp from a jack-o’lantern now and then.

To these resources we add a loaf a week of homemade bread and a few batches of home-brewed beer a year, and it serves to substantially reduce our food cost while, it can be argued, improving our health.

If we were to sell any syrup, these thoughts come to mind: We would be collecting money for it.  The Internal Revenue Service would, if they found out, require that we report the income in order to pay a tax on it.  But we would counter that we very well may not be re-couping our cost of supplies and fuel.  We would need to spend time doing the accounting or hire an accountant in order to persuade the IRS, but that wouldn’t be enough; it’s not enough merely to avoid violating a law (regulation actually — the “law” merely says something like “There shall be clean air, and the unelected bureaucrats will write the regulations to clean up the air.”  We must prove that we did not violate the don’t-hide-the-money (tax) law, or else we’d have violated the compliance law requiring that we prove we did not violate the tax law.  So we’d have to keep receipts and file tax forms just to prove there was no taxable income.  And that takes away from syrup-making time.

What’s more, the cost may include getting a license to sell the product — we don’t know.  In the course of my “human resources” job, a few years ago, I tried to discover whether a certain person, whom the local hospital was going to employ temporarily, needed to be licensed by the state in order to perform the service.  I thought it would be a simple question, which I could research at or by calling a state office.  What I discovered about who needs to be licensed is summed up in the attached PDF file, Licenses in Maine.

When I called one state office after another, each one confessed they could tell me only about activities that would fall under that office.  The agriculture department, for instance, had no idea whether a wrestler needed to be licensed in order to perform for pay in Maine.  Each office I called was entirely unaware about wrestlers.  So I helpfully pointed them to the list on their web site.  I also made quick to alert them that my question is valid — does someone need a license in order to fit prosthetics in Maine? — because if one goes by the list, a registered nurse doesn’t need a license (when I know darn well it’s required).  But does an EMT need a license?  You know they do.  Not on the list.  A medical doctor?  Not on the list.  A registered Maine guide?  Requires a license but not on the list.  A victualer?  Not on the list, but we’ve all seen a victualer’s license posted in any mom-and-pop store that sells Italian sandwiches.  A landlord?  A campground operator?

The list today at seems to have changed from 2007.  Wrestlers are no longer listed, but stationary steam engineers have been added, as have tramway inspectors.  The hazardous profession of interior design, thank God, is still on the list.  We wouldn’t want you to be endangered or exploited by an interior designer.

And so, I don’t know.  I have planted six apple trees in my yard.  Am I now an orchardist in need of a license? If I produce six gallons of maple syrup, do I need a license?  There is no way to find out except to do it and see whether an inspector shows up.  Perhaps a tramway inspector in the off-season goes around to see what activities other people are up to and slaps them with a summons for making syrup or plowing snow or building picnic tables without a license.  And that is why this story about the bucolic pleasure of making syrup is a rant against the pervasive evil of the State.  (Capitalized not in reference to the state of Maine but to imbue the term with the god-like status that any entity of government assumes for itself — the way Albert Jay Nock always capitalized State as an inclusive term encompassing all levels of government).

If I do need to apply for a license, I will make sure the papers are well-smeared with syrupy thumbprints.

David A. Woodbury, Lincoln, Maine, 18 December 2011

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Posted by on 18 December 2011 in Curmudgeonly Rants



Health Tip #1

It just so happens that I see a lot of sick people, or maybe more accurately, a lot of people who have chronic ailments that need continual attention and never go away.  It’s not my place to give them medical advice, so I schedule their appointments or check them in and let the doctors assess and treat them.  If I could have my own little room and bring people in for 15-minute visits, I have some health tips I would give them.

Today I will give you one tip, and another tomorrow, and so on.

Give up dairy products.  Humans are mammals.  As babies we are prepared to drink milk.  But humans are the only mammals that persist in consuming milk and foods derived from cream throughout adulthood.  We have probably evolved to tolerate some forms of cheese, because for thousands of years of animal husbandry and up until a hundred years ago that was the only dairy product our ancestors could reliably preserve and bring to market.  With the spread of modern refrigeration into every American household, just in the last three or four generations, we acquired the option to consume fresh milk and milk products.  And we are pouring this stuff into stomachs that are not prepared, by evolution, to deal with it.

Some of us manage to digest milk through our teens and well into adulthood.  Some never have an issue with it and never know the agony of esophageal reflux.  But many of us, and I am one, slowly come to realize that we can reduce our gastric distress by reducing cows’ milk and its derivatives.

For me, ice cream went first.  In my thirties, I noticed that I would eat an ice cream sandwich at ten o’clock in the morning, I could still bring it back up and taste it fresh at ten that night.  It took me a few years to connect the dots, because I generally tolerated other things well.

I still thought milk was good for me, and so I continued to drink it, plain and chocolate, in cocoa, on cereal, in chowder.  Eventually I had problems with pizza.  I thought it was the spices.  I tried to reduce spices — and I just love stuff that’s spicy.

By the time I was in my forties I was taking a medicine called propulsid, to help keep the sphincter between my esophagus and stomach closed — to prevent reflux.  If you haven’t experienced reflux, just think of it as throwing up partway.  Daily, usually after falling asleep.  I started taking Prilosec, which was by prescription only at the time.  Propulsid, by the way, was taken off the market within a few years because it was implicated in a lot of people’s heart attacks.

Then one day it all made sense.  I realized — I don;’t remember why — that all of that gastric trouble could be due to lactose intolerance.  You could call it an allergy.  I stopped dairy foods all at once.  And within a few weeks I was off the medicines, or mostly.  I rarely eat just a teaspoon of ice cream, and a couple times a year I will get a milkshake, and just take a chance on the consequences.  I have learned that there are some types of cheese that don’t cause me any trouble, but I still take it very sparingly.

I no longer worry, though, if I am eating somewhere away from home and I don’t know whether something is made with milk or cheese.  It’s well-enough controlled by general avoidance, and now I do take an inexpensive over-the-counter daily digestive enzyme supplement by the name of Digestive Advantage, and a daily famotidine tablet (Pepcid).  And my digestion is trouble-free.  (I do not own stock in these companies and am not paid to promote them.)

But I stress that, even though I take these supplements and then don’t give it another thought, I still avoid any significant quantity of any dairy, meaning milk-derived, product.

This is what I would tell you if you came to my health advice office.

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Posted by on 15 December 2011 in Health Tips


A Home in the Wilderness

 No, I don’t live in a log cabin like this.  But I’m ready to if driven to it, and I am definitely not riding the wave of economic and social change that is reflected in urban culture.  “If driven to it” merely means that, if I have to forfeit any more of my assets for another federal bailout or blunder, I’ll still have the skills and the means to live in a space like this home in the wilderness.  I’m already in the wilderness, and I thank God every day for that.

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Posted by on 15 December 2011 in Curmudgeonly Rants


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