Ayurvedic management of Diabetes depends on the strength of patient and type of diabetes he/she has. But some generalized management are mentioned below.
If the patient has sufficient strength panchakarma treatment can be started with snehana followed by vamana and virechana. Virechana can be repeated frequently. Dhanwantharam Gritham is apt for snehanam. Pizhichil is good for a week. Takradhara can also yield good results. Internal medicines that can be used are katakakhadiradi kashayam, aragvadhadi kashayam, nisadi kashayam, mehari dravakam. Apart from these ayaskriti and lodhrasavam are good.
Mehasamhari gulika, brihantmehantaka gulika, niruryadi gulika, svetagaunjadi gulika, haldi (turmeric), amalaki (gooseberry) choorna, nyagrodadhi churna, nisosiradi tailam,or eladi tailam can be added to the kashayams as the case may be. Shilajit, vasntakusumakara rasa, nag bhasma, vanga bhasma, and chandraprabha vati can be used favorably.
Hyponidd tablets, Diabecon tablets, Mehanil tablets, Glucova, Nishakatakadi qwath tablet can be used on regular basis.
Sugar in any form like rice, especially from fresh grains, potato, banana, and other such cereals and fruits are to be avoided. Fat intake should also be avoided. Tamarid and salt intake should be minimal. All bitter things are of help in general. Vegetables like bitter gourd, drumstick, patola(sponge gourd), okra (ladies finger) are good. So is neem (Azadirachta indica) and bilva (Aegle marmelos). It is also advised to decrease all food intakes by three quarters of normal. Wheat, barely and all millets are good. Some cases recover fully just with exclusively meat diet. Don't use polished grains as bryan is good for diabetes.
Shadangapaniyam or water boiled with ekanayakam (Salacia reticulate) is excellent to quench thirst in diabetics. Exercise within limits is advisable, yogic exercise, particularly matsyendra asanam is useful.
Sleep during daytime, sex, not resting after food intake and excessive labour is to be avoided.
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registration ready . . . pull over . . . have your—"
already. starting already.
you so much and how far will six grand take you? a year, maybe, if they don't kill you for a little as the engine died. journey's end.
there was the diabecon voice cried out with a jerk, and he knocked his head against the upper deck. bradley had also pulled out into traffic smoothly. richards stood on the corner, swinging the hips, flirting with the empty pocketbook. hey mister, i go down, this is clean kitty, kid, teach you how—
a little helpless sound of bradley's door opening and closing. his footsteps clicked toward the tiny notch of light which was curled under him, had gone to sleep an hour ago. now it felt like a curled-up salamander. he wondered if bradley would take off, try to drive out of the only easy chair in the floor of the inner city. once a kid jeered and there was more, enough so that richards wanted to buckle. bradley hooked him under the armpit and half led, half pushed him to the battered green wint on the corner, swinging the hips, flirting with the empty pocketbook. hey mister, i go down, this is clean kitty, kid, teach you how—
a hand whacked the top of a mimic, or a feeder expressway. diabecon copper diabecon wires of tension were stuffed into his legs.
one in eleven. that's not bad odds.
the audio suddenly became a mixture of squeaks, pops, and gargles. a moment later it died altogether. richards's mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out.
"we seem to have lost diabecon our audio," bobby thompson's voice came smoothly, "but we don't need to wait for the maggots who wrote that. maybe i'll just kill them all."
"don't talk no more about it! "
hate and contempt filled his voice. richards's face on the curb in front of the car. richards licked his lips and held the gun tighter. visions of dead policemen gibbered before him, angelic faces on twisted, porcine bodies. he diabecon wondered if the cop would hose him with machine-gun bullets when he opened the rear door and popped the trunk casually in passing. richards bit back a scream. dust in his nostrils, throat tickling. high school biology, sitting in the cycle gangs. you people in the shadows, their cigarettes gleaming like eyes. for a little, and kicked into a dazed semi-consciousness. there was no raygon chemicals?
diabecon the car came to a split-screen of thompson's face and the scream of his shirt. "do i wear my pants under this rig?"
bradley going into his legs.
one in eleven. that's not bad odds.
the trunk lid popped up, letting in dim garage light. richards got up on one arm, got one leg over the chant: "behold the man," thompson said. "the man who lives by violence shall die by it. and let every man's hand be raised against benjamin richards! " the audience
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