NO 25-OH, YO

Reviewed my lab results over lunch. I had a grilled cheese sandwich with cheddar and dill pickle slices on a day-old brioche bun; my doctor ordered bloodwork. I learned my vitamin D levels are not merely low or insufficient but categorically deficient. It’s a good thing I’m too old for rickets.

The cardiologist recommends increasing my intake of foods rich in vitamin D. I’ve already switched from regular coffee with “cream”¹ to lattes for the added dairy. Every little bit helps, right? No matter, I have to take megadose vitamins for several months, too. This is the standard evidence-based treatment, despite every know-nothing-know-it-all² gleefully telling us supplements are a waste of money, ad nauseam, for years.

Footnotes

1. It’s never cream. If you’re lucky, you might get half-and-half, but most coffee shops palm off milk for cream, as if we can’t tell the difference. We can. ↩

2. I ignore whatever Adam Conover and John Stossel say about anything at this stage of my life. I haven’t heard much from either of them in quite a while, so I suppose everyone else does, too. ↩