That Time Someone Recommended I Drink Boiled Wine and Screws to Cure My Low Iron Levels
I am not a doctor. Doctors did NOT prescribe these ‘cures.’ If you have low iron, by all means, enjoy the story but talk to a health practitioner. Also, I would never recommend drinking boiled wine and screws.
My body likes to remind me, now and again, that something is wrong on the inside. Everything is fine, and then, suddenly, it isn’t.
I start to feel lethargic and ‘ugh.’ Most times, the ugh is because my iron levels have dropped. Most times, I buy some liver, and the ugh goes away. This last time, the ugh did not go away. And I was left wondering: what the actual ugh.
I told a few people; three shared remedies that worked for them or others. I love a good story and an opportunity to experiment and ultimately remove the ugh, so I’m trying two of these. Number three: not convinced drinking boiled wine and screws will cure me.
Here’s what might. Or at least if it doesn’t, I don’t think there’s much harm in giving them a try:
- Pink salt, water, and lime. Mixed with fasting. Mixed with ashwagandha. Mixed with olive oil.
- Beets, carrots, and apples. Puree/blend and drink.
There’s more to those two, but do you need to know more? I’m not a health practitioner, and I do not think this story is the place for you to seek medical advice.
And then there’s number three:
3. Boiled wine and screws.
I had never heard of this before. But when the person told me her story and how it worked for her, I entertained the idea of buying screws for a split second. But I didn’t. And neither should you.
She said it smelled horrible. Aside from that, I don’t think screws go with wine.
But these three ‘cures’ did get me thinking.
Thinking about my body and how I finally started listening to it, taking note of what it’s trying to tell me, and advocating on its behalf.
It took a long time for me to get here.
For decades, I was convinced others knew better. Heck, I was convinced everyone knew better. In this case, the others were health practitioners.
Do not get me wrong. I think health practitioners know A LOT. And I always seek their advice and support regarding my health. But I no longer feel like they are all-knowing. I should never have thought this way about them or anyone.
Now I see things differently. Now I know to listen to my body. I live in it. All day. Every day. So I’ve taken the time to take note of what’s happening to it, what’s happening to me. And then seek advice.
It’s been a lot of fun becoming me over these last few years. I ask more questions. I value curiosity and exploration. I value myself.
I am grateful that I finally started listening to myself, believing in myself, and advocating for myself.
I remain committed to seeking support from qualified professionals. But now, I am also committed to looking inwards and asking the most qualified person for her opinion. And that person is me.
And right now, I’m telling you I will not be drinking wine and screws. It’s just not the right pairing, in my opinion.
