Taking your vitamins
I’m confused by what I read. Well, not everything, but on the question of what vitamins are needed to keep me healthy and wise there are a few doubts that have crept in. You see, a new study says I need the “sunshine vitamin” to prevent cancer.
That’s good, the sunshine vitamin doesn’t cost a whole lot and I like to be warm and dry. None of that liquid sunshine for this boyo. But there’s a nagging voice that says “Keep out of the sun! It causes cancer!” with even more punctuation. So there you have it. D’d if you do and D’d if you don’t.
Back in the days when the codfish ruled the seas, we were forcefed fish oil. Depending on the caregiver, by the spoonful or in little gel caplets that were tasty up until the bite. Each day, just before lunchtime. And yes, the caregivers (nuns for the main part) kept watch with the eyes in the front AND back of their heads. We swallowed, and we were healthy. We had been D’d.
Since the cod have gone the way of the passenger pigeon we’re back to square one. I could drink three litres of milk each day, bringing a smile to the dairy guy. I could raise fish in the bathtub, but that sounds too much like work. I could sneak outside when the sun is shining, bare the bod and balm in the beams. Or, I could wait for the next round of discovery from the scientific crowd. Getting too old for the incertitude…
So far I’ve avoided the Flintstone Vitamin trade, but things may have to change. At least that guarantees an overdose of vitamins.
