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Not sure exactly what Epsom salts are except that last night after soaking a very sore ankle (from my near-death, catastrophic accident and post-accident surgery last Winter), I felt so much better. As I was soaking I decided to do some Google searching on my iPhone about Epsom salts (is it a proper noun? I don’t know. I’ll have to Google that too) and learned that it does amazing things. For instance, my iPhone told me that it reduced inflammation.

Praise the Lord.

I’m going to try soaking in a bathtub of Epsom salts tonight to see if that can help get rid of the inflammation that has plagued my entire body for the last couple of years. Really, it’s not middle-aged weight gain. I swear.  My body has been retaining water for two years now and I feel like I’m about to pop. Hoping there’s a doctor out there that’s going to solve this problem for me.  But in the meantime, I’m going to give the Epsom salts a try.

Baby aspirin.  Epsom salts. Next thing you know, I’ll be asking the husb to rub Ben Gay all over my back.  I’ve become my grandma.

I think I’ll also take my latest issue of Conde Nast Traveler and read that while I’m soaking in the salts tonight. I’ll reduce inflammation and dream of traveling with the geriatric crowd on a Celebrity cruise ship.