No, I’m not silly nor am I making it up. I have a Vitamin D deficiency.
At my age to be told I have something not working right is pretty well par for the course, but I would never have picked Vitamin D deficiency. Never in a million years.
I’ve read reports that the number of Australians with Vitamin D deficiency is on the rise. We must have some 1,25-Dihydroxycholecalciferol, calcitriol for short, every day. This stuff is essential for the normal mineralisation of bone and preventing hypocalcemic tetany – a low calcium condition resulting in overactive neurological reflexes, spasms of the hands and feet, cramps and spasms of the voice box. Crikey! I don’t think I could handle a spasm of the voice box. How could I barrack at the football?
Now I have to get vitamin pills and spend a little time in the sun. Punishment for doing all the right things, like avoiding outside activities in the long afternoons (no real punishment), wearing sunscreen and big hats,
Well bugger that for a joke.
I don’t know if I’m game enough to get out in the sun. You know what it does to your skin. Wrinkles on your wrinkles – guaranteed.
I’ll just have to increase my intake of salmon instead.