Stay away from kidney stones, does eating more lemon work?

Many patients with kidney stones are often confused: can eating more lemon prevent kidney stones? In this regard, Xu Weiwei, director of the Department of Urology at Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hospital of Sun Yat-Sen University, said that it depends on what constitutes a kidney stone first!

Kidney stones have more than 30 ingredients. Among them, calcium oxalate stones are the most common. To prevent them, eat more citrus and lemons that are rich in citric acid, which is citric acid, and eat less oxalate foods.

To prevent uric acid stones, eating more foods rich in citric acid is also helpful, but it is more important to control blood uric acid, control the intake of high-purine foods such as seafood and meat, and develop healthy lifestyle habits. It should be reminded that for magnesium ammonium phosphate stones, eating more lemon is of no use!

To prevent kidney stones, you need to drink plenty of water. Adults are advised to drink 2000-3000 ml of water every day to prevent kidney stones more effectively.

Tom woke up that morning he could hardly remember where he was. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and looked around, then the memory hit him. The day was just beginning to be gray, cool and blissful. There was a delicious feeling of calm and peace in the deep, all-encompassing silence, the silence of the forest. Not a leaf moved, not a sound interrupted the pensive reflection of great nature. Dewdrops pearled on leaves and grass. A layer of white ash covered the fire, from which a thin, bluish puff of smoke curled up into the still air. Joe and Huck were still sleeping. Now, far in the forest, the call of a bird rang out, another answered, then one heard the hammering of a woodpecker. Gradually the cool, pale gray of dawn lifted just as gradually the tones increased, the newly awakened life began to manifest itself everywhere. The great miracle of how nature shakes off sleep and begins its day’s work unfolded before the eyes of the astonished boy. A small, green caterpillar came crawling over a freshly dewy leaf, from time to time lifting three-quarters of its body into the air and sniffing around, then striving forward again. “Aha, it comes to be measured,” thought Tom and as the little animal from time to time lifting three-quarters of her body in the air and sniffing around, then striving forward again. “Aha, it comes to be measured,” thought Tom and as the little animal from time to time lifting three-quarters of her body in the air and sniffing around, then striving forward again. “Aha, it comes to be measured,” thought Tom and as the little animal[132] approached him freely, he sat dead still, hoping and anxious, depending on whether the creature seemed to be heading towards him or looking elsewhere. But when it finally, after an anxious moment of doubt, during which it moved its hunched body back and forth in the air, let itself slide quite decisively onto Tom’s leg and the journey along it began, joy filled Tom’s heart, for that meant that he would get a new suit – no doubt a shiny pirate uniform. Now a train of ants appeared, no one knew where from, they went out to work. One of them bravely dragged herself with a dead spider, five times her size, and looted it straight up a tree trunk. A black-spotted St. John’s beetle climbed the steep height of a blade of grass,

»St. John’s beetle fly,
The father is at war;
Fly, fly, your house is on fire
There are seven children in it! ”
And St. John’s beetle unfolded its little wings and flew off to look at home, which did not surprise the boy at all, since he knew from experience how gullible the stupid thing was, especially when it came to conflagrations, and he had often done the same trick on the little simplicity played. The birds now literally made noises in the branches of the trees. A robin sat in a branch above Tom’s head and thundered its trills out into the bright morning. A blue-black jay shot down like the beam of a blue flame, sat down on a bush very close to the boy’s area, tilted its head and eyed the strangers with lively curiosity. A gray squirrel and a burly fellow from the[133] The Fuchs family came running, sat on their back legs and fearlessly watched the intruders. The harmless creatures had probably never seen a human being and evidently did not know whether to be afraid or to be happy. All of nature was now completely awake and in motion. The golden rays of the sunlight penetrated the dense foliage near and far, flashing like lances, and small, brightly colored butterflies flew by as well.

Tom encouraged the other two pirates and a minute later they trotted to the bank with a howl of joy, threw off their clothes and hunted and tumbled over in the shallow, balmy water at the sandbar. They felt no trace of longing for the little town over there, which was still asleep across the endless, majestic expanse of water. A lost wave, or even a slight swelling of the current, had hijacked their raft, but this only served the boys for satisfaction, because its disappearance had, as it were, broken the bridges between them and civilization.

They returned to their camp wonderfully refreshed, carefree, beaming with happiness and hungry for wolves. Soon the fire flared up in bright flames; Huck discovered a spring of fresh, cold water close to the camp. The boys made mugs out of large oak and maple leaves and found that water, sweetened by such strange, wild forest magic, was the best substitute for coffee. While Joe was preparing to cut pieces of bacon for breakfast, Huck and Tom called out to him to wait a minute, picked up the fishing rod, ran to the river, cast the line and before Joe had time to be impatient, they were already back with a supply of fish that would have been enough for a whole family. They now fried fish together with the bacon and never before had a fish tasted so delicious. they[134] Didn’t know that a freshwater fish is the better the faster it gets into the pan, nor did they think of the excellent flavor that sleep and exercise in the open air, the bath and a proper hunger give.

After breakfast they lay around in the shade while Huck smoked his pipe, and then they got ready to go exploring the island. They trotted along merrily, over modern tree trunks, through tangled undergrowth, at the feet of the lofty princes of the woods, who were hung from crown to root, as a sign of their dignity, with the miracle of the vines like a fragrant coronation cloak. Here and there they came across lush green, cozy spots that were padded with soft grass and flowers.

They found loads of things that delighted them, nothing that struck them as strange. They discovered that the island was perhaps three miles long and a quarter of an hour wide, and that the shore to which it was closest was only separated from it by a narrow channel about a hundred yards wide. Once every hour they refreshed themselves with a small swimming excursion and so it was well advanced in the afternoon when they returned to the camp. They were too hungry to fish for a long time, but enjoyed the best of cold ham and then threw themselves in the shade on the moss to chat. The conversation soon died down and then stopped altogether. The silence, the solemnity that lay over the forest, together with the feeling of loneliness, began to oppress the boys’ minds. They lapsed into thought. A kind of indefinite longing crept into her, which soon took on a faint shape – it was burgeoning homesickness. Even Finn, the “blood-handed”, dreamed of his home steps and empty pigsties. But she was ashamed of all three[135] their weakness and no one had the heart to give words to his thoughts.

For a few minutes the boys had been vaguely aware that a strange sound rang across to them from a distance, just as one hears the ticking of a clock without realizing it. But now the mysterious tone gained strength and was literally imposed on the perception. The boys startled, looked at each other, and sat up in a listening position. There was a long silence, deep and unbroken, then a muffled, booming “thump” sounded over the water from a distance.

“What’s that?” Joe called in a suppressed voice.

“I want to know myself,” whispered Tom.

“It’s not thunder,” said Huck in an anxious tone, “because thunder -”

“Quiet,” commanded Tom, “don’t gossip; dear listen! ”

Again they waited for what seemed an eternity, then the same muffled “boom” broke the solemn silence.

“Let’s see if we can discover something.”

With that they jumped to their feet and ran towards the bank opposite the city. They carefully parted the bushes and peered out from behind them at the water. The little steam ferry drifted with the current, perhaps a mile below town. The wide deck was teeming with people. A multitude of boats rowed around it or let themselves be carried away by the waves of the ferry, but the boys could not see what the men in the boats were doing. Immediately a thick cloud of white smoke broke from one side of the ferry, and as it began to rise and disperse, the same muffled sound rang in the ears of the listening boys.


“Now I know,” cried Tom, “someone drowned.”

“That’s it, God knows,” agreed Huck, “that’s how they did it last summer when Bill Turner drowned. They fired a cannon and then the dead man comes up on the water. Yes, and they also take large loaves of bread and put mercury in them and let them swim, and then they swim straight to where a drowned man is lying and stop there to be found. ”

“Yes, I’ve heard of that too,” said Joe, “where do you think the bread comes from?”

“Well, the bread itself does it less than what they talked about it before, the magic, I mean,” said Tom.

“But they don’t talk about it at all,” said Huck, “I was very close and saw everything.”

“That would be strange,” said Tom, “maybe they just say it softly. Of course it is so, a child could know that, “he added contemptuously.

The other two admitted that Tom could be right. Of an unreasonable bread that, unteached by[137] any magic spell entrusted with such a serious, important mission could not possibly be expected of much understanding.

“God knows, I want me to be over there,” cried Joe.

“Me too,” said Huck, “I would give anything if I knew who they were looking for.”

Again the boys listened and watched. Suddenly an enlightening thought flashed into Tom’s brain and he shouted:

“Boys, I know who drowned there – it’s us!”

And in the next instant they felt like heroes. That was a glorious triumph! They were missed, mourned, hearts broke because of them, tears flowed. Accusatory memories of unkindness towards these poor, now lost boys surfaced, regrets and remorse crept into the hearts concerned, and best of all, the disappeared formed the conversation of the whole town. All the other boys had to envy her ardently for this brilliant public fame. That was wonderful! But it was really worth being a pirate!

Dusk began, the steam ferry returned to its ordinary occupation, the boats disappeared, and the pirates went to their camp. They literally beamed with bliss and vanity at their new size and the glorious unrest they caused. They caught fish, prepared and ate their supper, and then passed the time imagining what people would say and think about them back home. To picture the pictures of the general grief that reigned over them, and to look at them from their point of view, gave them the greatest satisfaction. But when the shadows of the night began to envelop them, the conversation gradually fell silent. They sat and stared into the fire, their thoughts seemingly wandering elsewhere. The excitement was gone and Tom and Joe[138] could not help but feel that certain people at home would have far less pleasure in the amusing adventure than they themselves. Evil premonitions arose, they felt restless and unhappy, one sigh after another slipped from them without their noticing it themselves. Then Joe shyly put out a fumbling ‘feeler’, as the others might think of a return to civilization – not now, of course, but –

Tom knocked him down with contempt! Huck, who had not yet felt a trace of weakness, agreed with Tom and the wavering man immediately tried to get out of the way in order to get out of the matter with the least possible blemish of dull-hearted homesickness. The mutiny was for the moment successfully suppressed.

When night finally fell, Huck began to nod off and snore immediately, then it was Joe’s turn. Tom lay motionless, propped up on his elbows, watching them carefully. Then he got cautiously on his knees and crawled around in the grass, looking for something in the faintly flickering glow of the fire. He picked up one piece of white, cylinder-shaped sycamore bark, examined them, and finally selected two of them which seemed to him the best. Then he knelt by the fire, scribbled something with his red pencil on each of the pieces, rolled one up, put it in his pocket, and shoved the other into Joe’s hat, which he put down a little away from the owner. He then entrusted the same hat with some schoolboy treasures of almost inestimable value, as there’s a lump of chalk, a rubber ball, three fish hooks, and a small glass ball that went anywhere for “real crystal.” Then he crept on tiptoe under the trees until he was out of earshot, whereupon he trotted straight to the sandbar.