Over the many months I have several friends and family that have asked how am I doing. The concern is really quite there, but I have learned a really important rule of thumb, if they say that statement and the next thing out of their mouth is all about them, I know they are just asking automatically not out of real concern.
I was telling a friend the other day (believe me this person is a really sweet lady) about a young couple that my daughter knows really well that has just found out that their two daughters have bubble boy syndrome. Now mind you maybe my friend didn't know much about bubble boy syndrome, I sure didn't know. Bubble boy syndrome is where the entire family must stay locked in their home for fear that their children will contract something through their individual contact outside of the home. The family has five children and their father has had to give up his jobs (he was working two jobs) in order to keep the children healthy.
Again back to my friend, I am not kidding the minute I initally told her about this friend and I stopped talking she starting telling me about her health issues and her problems and what is in her future. I am not sure if that was a knee jerk reaction to not have to talk about this person's blight or on a selfish "I like to hear myself talk".
When you are going through a health issue, it is a very personal issue, but it effects so many (your family, friends, your job, etc.) I have learned sometimes that nothing is as easy as a cold or the flu, it is much worse and you just don't know how lucky you were at one time to just have the everyday cold.
You also realize that while you are healthy sometimes you will hear about someone else's blight like this young family with their children, sometimes you ignore and sometimes you pay it forward. But it never hits closer to home until you are sick and you realize their blight is a lot worse than yours. Your sickness doesn't go away because you justify yours against someone else's problems, it just puts it into perspective.
There are a lot of sick people, families, co-employees that are out there. Some of them won't come out okay. Some will have death, and some will have miracles. It is up to us, sick or well to do something to help ease, may it just be a kind word or a token that you can afford. That's called "Humanity." Some countries or groups would rather allow those to die to ease their burden of having to even think about caring. If one thing is taken from this world it is not the word but the action of "Humanity."
It is soon Christmas and I think more and more of these sad family stories come out for them to not be left behind, especially at this time of the year. Let's don't forget the act of Humanity during the rest of the year. Christ wouldn't.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Waiting for the Shoe to Fall
I haven't blogged in awhile. My daughter said that you don't really know how well you are until you are sick and believe me she is so accurate. Just after a simple little camping trip with the girlfriends, I got horribly ill. It started feeling like rheumatoid arthritis. My legs started stiffening up to where I couldn't get out of the car. Within a matter of weeks, the entire body started stiffening up. I eventually became so weak I couldn't pick up a pillow, that is pretty sad.
My husband and I were going to go to Paris and I was panicking and maybe I should have panicked a little more than rely on just one doctor which I do like, but he didn't have the right answers. After the trip, I knew I had to do something, I literally was dragging through Paris. My general practitioner sent me to a rheumatologist and after seeing the new doc, he gave me prednisone. Within a day I felt absolutely great, I can't even tell you how good I felt.
I know I am out of condition, but even that change made me feel like a new person. As soon I called my friend she gave me the bad news that prednisone is only a steroid that takes the swelling down, but the real problem is still there it is just masking it. I was sad. Maybe by luck the whole body will just readjust and I won't have anymore problems.
I have two years of just being sick. To some degree it is not anything tragic, but in another degree it has been a constant battle with one thing or another. What else could happen. I know that the onset of middle-old age can cause problems, I expect that, but on a continuous basis. Stayed Tune for Upcoming Events.
My husband and I were going to go to Paris and I was panicking and maybe I should have panicked a little more than rely on just one doctor which I do like, but he didn't have the right answers. After the trip, I knew I had to do something, I literally was dragging through Paris. My general practitioner sent me to a rheumatologist and after seeing the new doc, he gave me prednisone. Within a day I felt absolutely great, I can't even tell you how good I felt.
I know I am out of condition, but even that change made me feel like a new person. As soon I called my friend she gave me the bad news that prednisone is only a steroid that takes the swelling down, but the real problem is still there it is just masking it. I was sad. Maybe by luck the whole body will just readjust and I won't have anymore problems.
I have two years of just being sick. To some degree it is not anything tragic, but in another degree it has been a constant battle with one thing or another. What else could happen. I know that the onset of middle-old age can cause problems, I expect that, but on a continuous basis. Stayed Tune for Upcoming Events.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Gold In Those Potatoes
When my Grandson, Wyatt, age 7, came back from Lava Hot Springs and he picked up a rock there thinking it was a meteor rock. He was going to sell it for $10,000. He was going to pay his little brother, Dean, age 4, $10.00 if he screamed into the street, "Meteor rock for $10,000" and he sold it. So after his mother and I laughed about it, I told her that if he didn't sell it by the time I saw him again, which could be several weeks, I would offer him $20 for it. Shortly thereafter he called me and said in his very jumbled up kid talk, I'll sell it to you for $30, I thought didn't that go up, then in the same conversation he said "I'll sell it to you for $40." This seemed strange the price was going up not down.
The next day I just happen to have to go down to their house, and when I got there, there were two signs, one on the mailbox and one on a landscape rock stating, "$10,000,000 (he thought it was $10,000) for meteor rock." So immediately he pounced on me, did you see my rock, I told him no, he said it was right in front of the sign. So Gary and I went out and there was a small little rock in front of the sign about 3" in diameter. We had to laugh. So after lunch I told his mom that I was going to teach Wyatt how to bard er so she needed to help him.
He said "Grandma I will sell you that special meteor rock for $60." I laughed, and said "Wyatt the price isn't suppose to go up, but go down. So we went back and forth and finally Grandma paid $35 with the agreement $7 went to his little brother.
Last night I got stuck in traffic for two hours which would have normally taken 45 minutes. You could say I wasn't happy. So for entertainment purposes I called my daughter and she was right in the middle of screaming at the kids and making dinner, so I told her I would talk to her later. A few minutes later, my oldest grandson which is soon to be 7, called me and he said Grandma are you going to have to pee in the car and get no food tonight. Which I figured out his mom told him I was stuck in the car in traffic. I about peed my pants just thinking about what he said.
We had a nice entertaining talk when I told him I needed to go and would talk to him later, I got another phone call from my youngest grandson of that family, Dean, age 4, obviously jilted from not talking to his grandma and he asked where we were going on our trip this week. I said "to Ide-ho, Ide-ho, Ide-ho (aka Idaho). I said "do you want to go," he said "nope I've already been there." I said "really when," he said, "I went to Lava Hot Springs, Idaho." I thought I guess that means he will never have to go back to that state again. I asked him what is Idaho famous for. He didn't know. I told him he eats them everyday. So finally I told him it was the Ide-ho potato. He said really. I said do you know there are gold in those potatoes, he said really. I told him that per ca pita (now really do they know what per ca pita is, not) Idaho has the richest people in the United States because of the Ide-ho potato. I told him there is gold in those brown things.
So now they think meteors only hit the State of Idaho and there is gold in their potatoes.
The next day I just happen to have to go down to their house, and when I got there, there were two signs, one on the mailbox and one on a landscape rock stating, "$10,000,000 (he thought it was $10,000) for meteor rock." So immediately he pounced on me, did you see my rock, I told him no, he said it was right in front of the sign. So Gary and I went out and there was a small little rock in front of the sign about 3" in diameter. We had to laugh. So after lunch I told his mom that I was going to teach Wyatt how to bard er so she needed to help him.
He said "Grandma I will sell you that special meteor rock for $60." I laughed, and said "Wyatt the price isn't suppose to go up, but go down. So we went back and forth and finally Grandma paid $35 with the agreement $7 went to his little brother.
Last night I got stuck in traffic for two hours which would have normally taken 45 minutes. You could say I wasn't happy. So for entertainment purposes I called my daughter and she was right in the middle of screaming at the kids and making dinner, so I told her I would talk to her later. A few minutes later, my oldest grandson which is soon to be 7, called me and he said Grandma are you going to have to pee in the car and get no food tonight. Which I figured out his mom told him I was stuck in the car in traffic. I about peed my pants just thinking about what he said.
We had a nice entertaining talk when I told him I needed to go and would talk to him later, I got another phone call from my youngest grandson of that family, Dean, age 4, obviously jilted from not talking to his grandma and he asked where we were going on our trip this week. I said "to Ide-ho, Ide-ho, Ide-ho (aka Idaho). I said "do you want to go," he said "nope I've already been there." I said "really when," he said, "I went to Lava Hot Springs, Idaho." I thought I guess that means he will never have to go back to that state again. I asked him what is Idaho famous for. He didn't know. I told him he eats them everyday. So finally I told him it was the Ide-ho potato. He said really. I said do you know there are gold in those potatoes, he said really. I told him that per ca pita (now really do they know what per ca pita is, not) Idaho has the richest people in the United States because of the Ide-ho potato. I told him there is gold in those brown things.
So now they think meteors only hit the State of Idaho and there is gold in their potatoes.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Grandkids - they say the darndest things
My oldest grandchild had asked me in the past, "Grandma, how come you can't eat bread and rolls." Of couse I have tried to explain it like Grandmas do. But he had some friends over and he told his friends within earshot of his mom, "My Grandma can't eat wheat because she was stung by a bee." Those poor friends of his will be dodging bees just so they can have their PB&J sandwiches.
Blue, I think I will paint the ceiling Blue
I have to laugh every time I think of this conversation I had with my friend. It was several years ago, we were all sitting around having dinner before the girls went to the movies and she throws this out, I am sure not realizing the impact it would have on me. Now mind you at this point in her life she hasn't had a relationship for awhile. She said "you know if I had only known the last time I had sex it was going to be the last, I would have tried to enjoy it more." Not only was that statement funny then, it has been hysterically funny since.
When you get older and a little bit less physical from either lack of exercise or ailments, you really realize that life is not going to turn around and make you be younger. But it also makes you realize that you truly need to appreciate every moment, not just the good times, but the bad times as well.
A co-worker has just got a diagnosis of 4 stage cancer. She has all the hope in the world, she is only 45, and I am sure she knows this diagnosis isn't hopeful in itself, but if she isn't hopeful she may not turn anything around on her own. Why do wait for us to get so sick that we start making the effort of enjoying life.
Every time I got out in the yard, even though I despise weeds, I have to appreciate them because if I didn't appreciate the gardening the time spent out in the yard grooming it, maybe I wouldn't appreciate the flowers as much. Yes would I rather appreciate a Gardner more, probably, but right now I must appreciate me, of what I can do.
Everything even the smallest of things seems to be work. The enjoying parts of my life sometimes seem even more work. I am about to have a camping weekend with my friends. We don't have the luxury of having someone come in and do the whole weekend for us and we just have to make the appearance, no, it will still be some work on all of us. But you know I hope I really take the time to appreciate every minute with my friends. Those are what create memories.
Life is grabbing those small moments and just really enjoying it.
When you get older and a little bit less physical from either lack of exercise or ailments, you really realize that life is not going to turn around and make you be younger. But it also makes you realize that you truly need to appreciate every moment, not just the good times, but the bad times as well.
A co-worker has just got a diagnosis of 4 stage cancer. She has all the hope in the world, she is only 45, and I am sure she knows this diagnosis isn't hopeful in itself, but if she isn't hopeful she may not turn anything around on her own. Why do wait for us to get so sick that we start making the effort of enjoying life.
Every time I got out in the yard, even though I despise weeds, I have to appreciate them because if I didn't appreciate the gardening the time spent out in the yard grooming it, maybe I wouldn't appreciate the flowers as much. Yes would I rather appreciate a Gardner more, probably, but right now I must appreciate me, of what I can do.
Everything even the smallest of things seems to be work. The enjoying parts of my life sometimes seem even more work. I am about to have a camping weekend with my friends. We don't have the luxury of having someone come in and do the whole weekend for us and we just have to make the appearance, no, it will still be some work on all of us. But you know I hope I really take the time to appreciate every minute with my friends. Those are what create memories.
Life is grabbing those small moments and just really enjoying it.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
F____ Doctors
Oh I lost my peps on that title didn't I. Well let me tell you, after this week and several months of dealing with idiot doctors I have come to the conclusion that there are very few of them that really care, they are so tired of dealing with the insurance that they rush patients through to get enough money to pay for the malpractice insurance and they might yet have a major malpractice case from me.
At the beginning of the year I finally came to the conclusion that I needed to call an orthopedic specialist to deal with the pain in my neck. Well after making several phone calls I soon realized that they all don't deal with the neck and there really isn't anything they can do than send you to physical therapy which actually only gives you temporary relief and then it runs your money out and you are still at square one. Plus getting an appointment was like three months out, WHAT ABOUT THE PAIN, it would have been easier to check into the ER. One doctor's office was like a patient mill, another doctor's office barely gave me enough information to move to physical therapy, the pain doctor told me at the appointment that he could help, but as I was laying on a guerney going into surgery, he said this might not work, and one doctor finally gave me some answers and the time he spent probably dipped into his other patient's time.
I soon felt thereafter that I needed to deal with my stomach issues and try to get some answers there. I had told my friend of the experience I had with my past doctor. I loved the doctor, but after the colonoscopy and the endoscopy, he moved me to his PA (Physician Assistant) which I learned down the road that she gave me several wrong answers. But that wasn't good enough the PA sent me to her A (Assistant) which had no answers and it took me days to get a hold of her. So my friend sent me to her supposed personable doctor.
Oh it is so good that I took a couple of days to actually write this, because two days ago I was spitting. Every other word would have been a foul word, at least now it is usually just one in a paragraph.
I wanted to be prepared with a whole sheet of questions, I didn't really care if I had long lengthy answers, I just needed an answer. Well my first mistake was I had been out in my yard for three days gardening and by the time I saw him I was exhausted. I just needed one of these doctors to listen to my questions and answer me and I guess I got a little emotional. So when I started asking my questions, I started to cry. I wasn't upset that I had celiac disease, but that I was tired of dealing with doctors and just frustrated. He obviously took it that I was upset about the disease and dealing with my issues. Now being away from his office, I want to scream, I am not in the state of denial, and your an idiot not to investigate why I was crying than assuming, you are an a__.
You know as a grandmother I have learned, if you swear in front of your grandchildren you totally discredit yourself, well I figured with the maybe two people that read this entry, they can just ignore this entry. The grandchildren probably won't even care to read it until they are over the age of 21.
So while I was asking this idiot questions, he kept saying I think you need a support group, I think you need to see a dietitian, he kept repeating himself, I told him that I had a support group at work with a few people that have celiac disease. He didn't buy it. He was talking a mile a minute and if he wasn't saying I need a support group and dietitian, he was ripping off like he knew his medical Black's dictionary better than most and wanted to prove it to me. Now really do think I just understood your 15 minute lecture of the day, dumbass. Now looking back I just realized that everytime I said celiac disease I think he got upset because he was either trying to correct me with the correct term, "celiac sprue," or he was too impressed with himself. Too bad on both parts.
So as he was walking off out of the office like I had the plague or of course he had to get to the next patient for that big money, I said to him, do you want to take some blood tests. He said "not really I will after you're done with the dietitian, now truly do you think the dietitian is going to know what my count is on my celiac (oh sorry celiac sprue) or how much wheat I have been eating, another assumption on his part.
I had to laugh one of the questions I had was "I want to go to Paris and how much damage will I do if I am tempted with croissants in Paris and just want one and I eat it." His answer was if you can tolerate it and it doesn't make you sick, go ahead eat gluten, enjoy yourself," Now does that really answer the bloody question. I am not intolerant, I have a disease, will it cause problems down the road, obviously by his answer, go ahead and eat whatever you want, whenever you want as long as it doesn't hurt. So I hit the bakery on the way home, not because I can or should, just because he is an idiot. Of course it will hurt me in the end more than him, but right now I didn't give a shit, I was pissed.
Another question was "my stomach seemed to have gotten blotted overnight and I am retaining water. " The doctor replied, "I am sure you are eating too much wheat." Now truly does wheat retain water, and make you sick when I didn't even know I had the disease until I got sick with gastritis and this seems like the same pain with my stomach with the gastritis and the fatty liver." No answer, what a surprise on that one.
The best question was, "we'll I ever get over the gastritis or can this turn into cancer." The idiot doctor said, "I have never heard of anyone getting cancer from gastritis." And I am thinking that is not what the Mayo Clinic wrote on the Internet. Hmmmm, what a dumbass.
I think I only got through a couple of questions, and I could tell he was tired of me and wanted that next 15 minutes on his paycheck, and I was tired of his arrogant, superficial, and pretty much stupid attitude. He wasn't giving me any answers, and he wasn't patient enough to listen to the rest of the questions.
I have to laugh every time I meet someone like him and I want to say, you are waiting for a lawsuit. My father was slowly over many years had his intestine removed and eventually on a bag. Could it have been celiac disease ("sprue" sorry), probably.
Why cannot I just have a fulfilling 15 minutes without an arrogant asshole to deal with. This is why the insurance system is basically stupid. I have paid (essentially through my insurance) four doctor opinions that either too busy, too important, too something else and got nothing out of them, but they received close to $600 for each visit. Now who is the stupid ass, me for going, or them for being them, right now I am re-evaluating.
At the beginning of the year I finally came to the conclusion that I needed to call an orthopedic specialist to deal with the pain in my neck. Well after making several phone calls I soon realized that they all don't deal with the neck and there really isn't anything they can do than send you to physical therapy which actually only gives you temporary relief and then it runs your money out and you are still at square one. Plus getting an appointment was like three months out, WHAT ABOUT THE PAIN, it would have been easier to check into the ER. One doctor's office was like a patient mill, another doctor's office barely gave me enough information to move to physical therapy, the pain doctor told me at the appointment that he could help, but as I was laying on a guerney going into surgery, he said this might not work, and one doctor finally gave me some answers and the time he spent probably dipped into his other patient's time.
I soon felt thereafter that I needed to deal with my stomach issues and try to get some answers there. I had told my friend of the experience I had with my past doctor. I loved the doctor, but after the colonoscopy and the endoscopy, he moved me to his PA (Physician Assistant) which I learned down the road that she gave me several wrong answers. But that wasn't good enough the PA sent me to her A (Assistant) which had no answers and it took me days to get a hold of her. So my friend sent me to her supposed personable doctor.
Oh it is so good that I took a couple of days to actually write this, because two days ago I was spitting. Every other word would have been a foul word, at least now it is usually just one in a paragraph.
I wanted to be prepared with a whole sheet of questions, I didn't really care if I had long lengthy answers, I just needed an answer. Well my first mistake was I had been out in my yard for three days gardening and by the time I saw him I was exhausted. I just needed one of these doctors to listen to my questions and answer me and I guess I got a little emotional. So when I started asking my questions, I started to cry. I wasn't upset that I had celiac disease, but that I was tired of dealing with doctors and just frustrated. He obviously took it that I was upset about the disease and dealing with my issues. Now being away from his office, I want to scream, I am not in the state of denial, and your an idiot not to investigate why I was crying than assuming, you are an a__.
You know as a grandmother I have learned, if you swear in front of your grandchildren you totally discredit yourself, well I figured with the maybe two people that read this entry, they can just ignore this entry. The grandchildren probably won't even care to read it until they are over the age of 21.
So while I was asking this idiot questions, he kept saying I think you need a support group, I think you need to see a dietitian, he kept repeating himself, I told him that I had a support group at work with a few people that have celiac disease. He didn't buy it. He was talking a mile a minute and if he wasn't saying I need a support group and dietitian, he was ripping off like he knew his medical Black's dictionary better than most and wanted to prove it to me. Now really do think I just understood your 15 minute lecture of the day, dumbass. Now looking back I just realized that everytime I said celiac disease I think he got upset because he was either trying to correct me with the correct term, "celiac sprue," or he was too impressed with himself. Too bad on both parts.
So as he was walking off out of the office like I had the plague or of course he had to get to the next patient for that big money, I said to him, do you want to take some blood tests. He said "not really I will after you're done with the dietitian, now truly do you think the dietitian is going to know what my count is on my celiac (oh sorry celiac sprue) or how much wheat I have been eating, another assumption on his part.
I had to laugh one of the questions I had was "I want to go to Paris and how much damage will I do if I am tempted with croissants in Paris and just want one and I eat it." His answer was if you can tolerate it and it doesn't make you sick, go ahead eat gluten, enjoy yourself," Now does that really answer the bloody question. I am not intolerant, I have a disease, will it cause problems down the road, obviously by his answer, go ahead and eat whatever you want, whenever you want as long as it doesn't hurt. So I hit the bakery on the way home, not because I can or should, just because he is an idiot. Of course it will hurt me in the end more than him, but right now I didn't give a shit, I was pissed.
Another question was "my stomach seemed to have gotten blotted overnight and I am retaining water. " The doctor replied, "I am sure you are eating too much wheat." Now truly does wheat retain water, and make you sick when I didn't even know I had the disease until I got sick with gastritis and this seems like the same pain with my stomach with the gastritis and the fatty liver." No answer, what a surprise on that one.
The best question was, "we'll I ever get over the gastritis or can this turn into cancer." The idiot doctor said, "I have never heard of anyone getting cancer from gastritis." And I am thinking that is not what the Mayo Clinic wrote on the Internet. Hmmmm, what a dumbass.
I think I only got through a couple of questions, and I could tell he was tired of me and wanted that next 15 minutes on his paycheck, and I was tired of his arrogant, superficial, and pretty much stupid attitude. He wasn't giving me any answers, and he wasn't patient enough to listen to the rest of the questions.
I have to laugh every time I meet someone like him and I want to say, you are waiting for a lawsuit. My father was slowly over many years had his intestine removed and eventually on a bag. Could it have been celiac disease ("sprue" sorry), probably.
Why cannot I just have a fulfilling 15 minutes without an arrogant asshole to deal with. This is why the insurance system is basically stupid. I have paid (essentially through my insurance) four doctor opinions that either too busy, too important, too something else and got nothing out of them, but they received close to $600 for each visit. Now who is the stupid ass, me for going, or them for being them, right now I am re-evaluating.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Judgment Day
Oh yeah, you knew, sometime or another it had to happen, that I would approach this subject and you would have to deal with it.
I just did a yoga test with my daughter. It was to show what type of personality you are and what you are trying to achieve. Well it showed that both Randi and I had a long way to go to perfection. It showed that your achievement in life was to want less, to ask for less, to desire less, that way you have more room to give, nor more stuff, but more of yourself to give. I definitely feel like I have not accomplished that.
The test also showed that we weren't totally high strung, but strung enough to periodically fuel a fire in an argument or to get upset where the cause doesn't warrant it. The training of yoga is to allow not only your body to learn how to build in different aspects, but also your mind and your character.
It made me think after we took this test and after we had a discussion about the real world, about religion and how religion is always putting Judgment Day around the corner. We agreed that those that live for the golden rules, usually live for the golden rules within their own kind not with those around them that aren't. In particular, the religion that I was raised in, if you talked to anyone within that religion they would say "we're not judgmental, we encourage relationships amongst those that aren't within our religion." From being from both sides of the fence, that its total malarkey.
I find myself constantly justifying to those that are part of my past religion that I am still a good person, a good mother, and a good wife and friend. Just because I don't go to church doesn't mean I am not spiritual,that I am not good, and that I am not worthy having people treat me with the golden rule like they are ordered by their own God.
Over the years I felt a constant pressure of proving myself, now I laugh and think you are the ones being judgmental, thinking you are above all that are not part of your religion. You have been taught life is only right within your own environment and not mine. I heard a saying a long time ago when I actually was going to church, this guy in high authority in the church said, "I was asked once, who do you think will be in heave with you, and I replied, won't you be surprised who will be in heaven, won't you be surprised if I am in heave and won't you be surprised if you are in heaven."
It is a working effort on all people to not just believe in the golden rules, but to actually act upon them to all people, all humans are children of God, not just the ones that walk through the door at church every Sunday. I feel sorry to those that truly believe they are living righteously and they are so wrong. I don't need someone telling me my judgment day is around the corner, and I am less than they are. I know I need to improve, but I can't be any worse than those judging me from every angle. Allow God and myself do the judgment of myself not YOU.
I just did a yoga test with my daughter. It was to show what type of personality you are and what you are trying to achieve. Well it showed that both Randi and I had a long way to go to perfection. It showed that your achievement in life was to want less, to ask for less, to desire less, that way you have more room to give, nor more stuff, but more of yourself to give. I definitely feel like I have not accomplished that.
The test also showed that we weren't totally high strung, but strung enough to periodically fuel a fire in an argument or to get upset where the cause doesn't warrant it. The training of yoga is to allow not only your body to learn how to build in different aspects, but also your mind and your character.
It made me think after we took this test and after we had a discussion about the real world, about religion and how religion is always putting Judgment Day around the corner. We agreed that those that live for the golden rules, usually live for the golden rules within their own kind not with those around them that aren't. In particular, the religion that I was raised in, if you talked to anyone within that religion they would say "we're not judgmental, we encourage relationships amongst those that aren't within our religion." From being from both sides of the fence, that its total malarkey.
I find myself constantly justifying to those that are part of my past religion that I am still a good person, a good mother, and a good wife and friend. Just because I don't go to church doesn't mean I am not spiritual,that I am not good, and that I am not worthy having people treat me with the golden rule like they are ordered by their own God.
Over the years I felt a constant pressure of proving myself, now I laugh and think you are the ones being judgmental, thinking you are above all that are not part of your religion. You have been taught life is only right within your own environment and not mine. I heard a saying a long time ago when I actually was going to church, this guy in high authority in the church said, "I was asked once, who do you think will be in heave with you, and I replied, won't you be surprised who will be in heaven, won't you be surprised if I am in heave and won't you be surprised if you are in heaven."
It is a working effort on all people to not just believe in the golden rules, but to actually act upon them to all people, all humans are children of God, not just the ones that walk through the door at church every Sunday. I feel sorry to those that truly believe they are living righteously and they are so wrong. I don't need someone telling me my judgment day is around the corner, and I am less than they are. I know I need to improve, but I can't be any worse than those judging me from every angle. Allow God and myself do the judgment of myself not YOU.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Planning for the Future
Okay I just got over the intestinal flu for five straight days, and believe me, I swear I was going to die. At one point, I thought it would be easier to die than feel this bad. While I was laying in bed and was so weak that I couldn't do anything, I looked around at my predicament and thought I need to make note of this, so when I am old and feeble, when my mind has gone south and my children or husband aren't listening to me, I can give them a list of things I immediately want in my presence until the day I am not ill anymore.
Now why or why when you ask your husband for a drink with a straw, that every drink after the first is missing the very important element, the straw. I can't tell you how many times I was too weak to leave a wet bed. So the first thing on my list is a stack of straws right next to the bed.
This must have been one of those flues that just didn't let go of the bathroom visits in more ways than one. Every bathroom in a 5 mile radius needs to have baby wipes and hopefully the ones that don't have alcohol in them. This really must be a Man's World since what mother would make baby wipes with alcohol in them. Reminder: I need to write that manufacturer.
Place strategically, several pairs of underwear and night gowns in each bathroom, with a diaper genie, a bottle of spray and wash for those moments of ugly. Need I say more.
Not realizing what all these trips to the bathroom would do to my body, I just laid there and slowly my body just shriveled up and got more and more dehydrated. Definitely a large supply of lotion, again another product without alcohol in it.
I soon realized that you should grow your hair out right before getting sick, there is nothing uglier than short hair and a 24 hour stay in bed. That hair has no respect for your beauty.
A 24 hour maid service, if your house doesn't need cleaning I am sure an every hour refresher of sheets and linens would be extremely grateful.
A masseuse. I didn't realize how when you get older, dehydration takes such a toll on your muscles. I kept getting charlie-horses in my legs and feet. Plus every muscle in my body just ached for days. Oh yeah, definitely a masseuse.
One last thing, take out every mirror within a five block radius. It is just down right hideous to see yourself in that state. Once you are better and the mirrors are returned, be happily surprised after you have lost 20 lbs, from lack of eating, and actually have your hair and makeup done once again.
You can jump past the above items if you just remember one thing, don't wait until the 5th day to finally start drinking. Learn the lesson: alcohol will wash and sterilize the intestine immediately on the first day, and you will feel so much better one way or the other.
Reminder to Me: Keep this list close with your donor list, you may need it just before the donor list. Just a reminder those organs may not be harvestable if too much consumption of alcohol has been taken prior to donating.
I love being healthy!!!!!!
Now why or why when you ask your husband for a drink with a straw, that every drink after the first is missing the very important element, the straw. I can't tell you how many times I was too weak to leave a wet bed. So the first thing on my list is a stack of straws right next to the bed.
This must have been one of those flues that just didn't let go of the bathroom visits in more ways than one. Every bathroom in a 5 mile radius needs to have baby wipes and hopefully the ones that don't have alcohol in them. This really must be a Man's World since what mother would make baby wipes with alcohol in them. Reminder: I need to write that manufacturer.
Place strategically, several pairs of underwear and night gowns in each bathroom, with a diaper genie, a bottle of spray and wash for those moments of ugly. Need I say more.
Not realizing what all these trips to the bathroom would do to my body, I just laid there and slowly my body just shriveled up and got more and more dehydrated. Definitely a large supply of lotion, again another product without alcohol in it.
I soon realized that you should grow your hair out right before getting sick, there is nothing uglier than short hair and a 24 hour stay in bed. That hair has no respect for your beauty.
A 24 hour maid service, if your house doesn't need cleaning I am sure an every hour refresher of sheets and linens would be extremely grateful.
A masseuse. I didn't realize how when you get older, dehydration takes such a toll on your muscles. I kept getting charlie-horses in my legs and feet. Plus every muscle in my body just ached for days. Oh yeah, definitely a masseuse.
One last thing, take out every mirror within a five block radius. It is just down right hideous to see yourself in that state. Once you are better and the mirrors are returned, be happily surprised after you have lost 20 lbs, from lack of eating, and actually have your hair and makeup done once again.
You can jump past the above items if you just remember one thing, don't wait until the 5th day to finally start drinking. Learn the lesson: alcohol will wash and sterilize the intestine immediately on the first day, and you will feel so much better one way or the other.
Reminder to Me: Keep this list close with your donor list, you may need it just before the donor list. Just a reminder those organs may not be harvestable if too much consumption of alcohol has been taken prior to donating.
I love being healthy!!!!!!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Senior Blues
I have just come across the factor of getting old and maybe even getting more depressed. When you are young, you think of getting to those senior years where you can be retired and happy. Where you can do anything and on your own timetable.
A friend of mine called me and she is now approximately 20 years older than me. She finally had to recognize and also bring it to the attention of her own doctor, which should know better, that she is depressed. I had to tell her that a boss of mine that is 10 years older than me was questioned by his doctor if he was depressed. Now I truly don't see either one of these individuals being depressed.
I have another friend that just lost her husband of 25 years at the age of 58 from a fatal heart attack. Her comment was all I want to do is take pain medication and go out with him.
Just recently I have been noticing that maybe my own husband even though he is 5 years older that maybe he is going through his own moments. He has a yappy wife, no children that come around except for his step-children, his employment has drastically changed over the last couple of years to where it is so boring he can hardly stand it, and life just isn't what it is cracked up to be. What signs do you watch for beyond just taking life a little slower, is it depression, or just enjoying the slow moments of not worrying so much about everyday life.
I love my children, and of course just like I in return can drive them crazy, I can be driven crazy. I guess just recently I have really realized that they all have their own families, their own interests, and their own lives basically without me in them. I am a sideline. Even though I am related by blood and spirit, I am not in their narrow margin of actually being part of their families. We trip separately, we believe in god differently, our everyday schedules are completely different. When they talk about cutting the apron strings, I thought I had easily done that without much thought, now I am really realizing I did it too well where they are totally separate from me without much thought on their part.
I never thought friends would be so more important than your own family. I have cherished my friendships that we have constructed through necessity of lack of family. I didn't realize until just recently how I have depended on those friendships. Several of our friends are moving back out of state and I do believe it has effected us. There is no question, life is on a constant change. Some people handle it better than others, and I have never seen my husband or I being one that can't change with it. It just seems to come as a blow when it all happens all at once.
When my friend was telling me that she had to go on anti-depressants and her husband didn't want her to say anything for fear of the stigmas attached to it, I wondered if I would be able to see the signs if and when it would happen to me and would I accept better the medicine that in my generation doesn't seem to attach that stigma, I don't know.
All we can do is accept what we have today within whatever light we have, and hope that the dark will not over consume us. It is a constant effort and hopefully I can personally stay with it.
P.S. That is why I have a motorcycle, everyone is happy on a motorcycle!!!!!
A friend of mine called me and she is now approximately 20 years older than me. She finally had to recognize and also bring it to the attention of her own doctor, which should know better, that she is depressed. I had to tell her that a boss of mine that is 10 years older than me was questioned by his doctor if he was depressed. Now I truly don't see either one of these individuals being depressed.
I have another friend that just lost her husband of 25 years at the age of 58 from a fatal heart attack. Her comment was all I want to do is take pain medication and go out with him.
Just recently I have been noticing that maybe my own husband even though he is 5 years older that maybe he is going through his own moments. He has a yappy wife, no children that come around except for his step-children, his employment has drastically changed over the last couple of years to where it is so boring he can hardly stand it, and life just isn't what it is cracked up to be. What signs do you watch for beyond just taking life a little slower, is it depression, or just enjoying the slow moments of not worrying so much about everyday life.
I love my children, and of course just like I in return can drive them crazy, I can be driven crazy. I guess just recently I have really realized that they all have their own families, their own interests, and their own lives basically without me in them. I am a sideline. Even though I am related by blood and spirit, I am not in their narrow margin of actually being part of their families. We trip separately, we believe in god differently, our everyday schedules are completely different. When they talk about cutting the apron strings, I thought I had easily done that without much thought, now I am really realizing I did it too well where they are totally separate from me without much thought on their part.
I never thought friends would be so more important than your own family. I have cherished my friendships that we have constructed through necessity of lack of family. I didn't realize until just recently how I have depended on those friendships. Several of our friends are moving back out of state and I do believe it has effected us. There is no question, life is on a constant change. Some people handle it better than others, and I have never seen my husband or I being one that can't change with it. It just seems to come as a blow when it all happens all at once.
When my friend was telling me that she had to go on anti-depressants and her husband didn't want her to say anything for fear of the stigmas attached to it, I wondered if I would be able to see the signs if and when it would happen to me and would I accept better the medicine that in my generation doesn't seem to attach that stigma, I don't know.
All we can do is accept what we have today within whatever light we have, and hope that the dark will not over consume us. It is a constant effort and hopefully I can personally stay with it.
P.S. That is why I have a motorcycle, everyone is happy on a motorcycle!!!!!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Happy Year - Happy St. Patrick's Day
Okay it has been a year since I started going gluten and fiber free. Happy Year to me. I have gone through the stages of death to food.
First denial, this truly can not be happening to me. I have aged to what and never new I couldn't eat certain food.
Second, anger, oh was I mad, especially when I left the store the first time in not being able to negotiate even buying my groceries. I was pissed.
Third, negotiating, I thought surely this doesn't mean everything that the doctor is saying, oh boy did I get in trouble when I started eating the wrong foods.
Fourth, depression, everytime there was a party, or an event at work, I would get really depressed that I would never be able to eat the foods I loved again.
Fifth, acceptance, yes it has taken me almost a year to accept this situation and now I understand it, I accept it. Do I trip up and have flour every once in awhile, you bet, but I always regret it. Do I eat fiber when I know it is going to hurt me, yes, and now I have learned.
I think the hardest and the most unaccepting was the fiber free. I knew I sort of did this to myself, by unknowingly taking tylenol too much. I thought I was safe and I really didn't have an idea that I was ruining my stomach. At one point I could eat anything and I felt really lucky I didn't have allergies or any other thing stopping what I really wanted in food. Now if I had only known would I have done anything different, I don't think anyone does anything different, I believe all of us feel we are immuned to it as long as we don't hurt, at that point it is way too late.
This year has been more of a negotiating, like I said until it hurts us. Since I knew I couldn't eat flour, I negotiated by eating too much with fiber in my stomach that it wouldn't take it. Several times during the year I find myself going back to square one of no fiber in the diet when my stomach would hurt way too much and I knew I was just hurting myself, but I thought if I gave up flour I need something, there goes that negotiation again.
When I was so sick I had lost about 20 lbs. and felt really good in my clothes and just my all around health even though I really wasn't eating anything. Once I went off of flour I started, again negotiating, if I can't have cakes and cookies, I can have candy, and oh did I eat candy. I have gained back that 20 lbs. and more and now regret every bite.
St. Patrick's Day is my funniest holiday. You don't have to do anything, but enjoy it. Good food, good drinks and just a celebration of friends and fun. Will I be eating cornbeef and cabbage, probably not the cabbage and a mild serving of cornbeef. You can negotiate your life to be better or feel sick, and I have chosen to feel better. Happy St. Patrick's Day to all my friends and family and enjoy all the good things in life as long as it doesn't hurt you.
First denial, this truly can not be happening to me. I have aged to what and never new I couldn't eat certain food.
Second, anger, oh was I mad, especially when I left the store the first time in not being able to negotiate even buying my groceries. I was pissed.
Third, negotiating, I thought surely this doesn't mean everything that the doctor is saying, oh boy did I get in trouble when I started eating the wrong foods.
Fourth, depression, everytime there was a party, or an event at work, I would get really depressed that I would never be able to eat the foods I loved again.
Fifth, acceptance, yes it has taken me almost a year to accept this situation and now I understand it, I accept it. Do I trip up and have flour every once in awhile, you bet, but I always regret it. Do I eat fiber when I know it is going to hurt me, yes, and now I have learned.
I think the hardest and the most unaccepting was the fiber free. I knew I sort of did this to myself, by unknowingly taking tylenol too much. I thought I was safe and I really didn't have an idea that I was ruining my stomach. At one point I could eat anything and I felt really lucky I didn't have allergies or any other thing stopping what I really wanted in food. Now if I had only known would I have done anything different, I don't think anyone does anything different, I believe all of us feel we are immuned to it as long as we don't hurt, at that point it is way too late.
This year has been more of a negotiating, like I said until it hurts us. Since I knew I couldn't eat flour, I negotiated by eating too much with fiber in my stomach that it wouldn't take it. Several times during the year I find myself going back to square one of no fiber in the diet when my stomach would hurt way too much and I knew I was just hurting myself, but I thought if I gave up flour I need something, there goes that negotiation again.
When I was so sick I had lost about 20 lbs. and felt really good in my clothes and just my all around health even though I really wasn't eating anything. Once I went off of flour I started, again negotiating, if I can't have cakes and cookies, I can have candy, and oh did I eat candy. I have gained back that 20 lbs. and more and now regret every bite.
St. Patrick's Day is my funniest holiday. You don't have to do anything, but enjoy it. Good food, good drinks and just a celebration of friends and fun. Will I be eating cornbeef and cabbage, probably not the cabbage and a mild serving of cornbeef. You can negotiate your life to be better or feel sick, and I have chosen to feel better. Happy St. Patrick's Day to all my friends and family and enjoy all the good things in life as long as it doesn't hurt you.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Laughing Pioneer Woman
Okay if you wanted to get away from your problems and just have a little fun with your friend, you would go with her to a book signing of Pioneer Woman's new book " Ree Drummond was just as cute as she is on her blog. I know you are suppose to write like you experience, think and talk, but it was almost like her blog had started narrating in first person. It was weird.
After listening to her answer questions, Pam and I had time to just relax and talk while we waited our turn to go up and have her sign our copy of the book. We laughed and laughed. It was such a fun and relaxing evening and it didn't seem like either one of us had any physical problems. I decided you need more of those days when life is light and unwanting of anything necessary.
I know that my friend is reading this, and if anyone in spite of all her physical ailments takes days with the upmost oppotomism it is my friend, Pam. You never know when you or the ones that you are around's time is up, but it takes these kind of nights to remember that you have really true friends out there and you need not to think of your ailments but cherish the moments you can laugh.
Thank you my friend.
After listening to her answer questions, Pam and I had time to just relax and talk while we waited our turn to go up and have her sign our copy of the book. We laughed and laughed. It was such a fun and relaxing evening and it didn't seem like either one of us had any physical problems. I decided you need more of those days when life is light and unwanting of anything necessary.
I know that my friend is reading this, and if anyone in spite of all her physical ailments takes days with the upmost oppotomism it is my friend, Pam. You never know when you or the ones that you are around's time is up, but it takes these kind of nights to remember that you have really true friends out there and you need not to think of your ailments but cherish the moments you can laugh.
Thank you my friend.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Star Trek Therapy
Star Trek was one of my many favorite shows when I was a kid. At my age I was really a baby when that series was on, JK. You would think that after all of this time that Capt. Kirk would be there for me, I was there for him everyday. You would think after all of this time that medical science would come up with better ways of treating patients. I remember that ship would have a simple medical scanner that would go over your body, you would lay on a bed and some how miraculously become healed. THAT'S WHAT I WANT.
After coming back to work and talking to several co-workers regarding almost the same symptoms, I cancelled my acupuncturist appointment and is heading for destinations that I really don't want to be in, back into the medical rat race.
I talked with a coworker and she said she spent 5 years, 3 doctors, 1 acupuncturist (including my acupuncturist), a masseuse, and many physical workouts to have one final doctor tell her that it was carpel tunnel syndrome and the only thing that would help is an operation.
After dealing with my gastro doctor, I realized this world is turning into a medical wasteland. The physicians join these group organizations that have a million doctors in them, with a million more staff. You never really talk to the doctor, you don't even talk to the physician's assistant, you get the staff that basically barely knows what your symptoms are, little alone the cure. They don't read the file before calling you, and they have this pat answer for everything. IT DRIVES ME CRAZY.
I shouldn't complain since I work for one of those large company's with a million attorneys, with a million more staff supporting them, and we have those pat answers for everything. Our attorneys specialize usually in one field of law, they no NOTHING, and I mean nothing regarding any other field of law, which is good and bad for the client. You get the top expertise for what the client directly wants, but heaven forbid if they sway from the topic, because then that attorney is swimming to find the next expert for the next subject.
I guess it's better than having the country hick doctor or attorney assisting you when their knowledge is even more narrow. Oh well.
So what did I do, I took the young and stupid route, I came to work, went directly to my computer, plugged into Youtube and put in Carpel Tunnel exercises. Zasam, a million vidoes of physical therapy at my finger. Update on self-diagnosing, self-physical therapy, and self-treatment of my ailments later.
After coming back to work and talking to several co-workers regarding almost the same symptoms, I cancelled my acupuncturist appointment and is heading for destinations that I really don't want to be in, back into the medical rat race.
I talked with a coworker and she said she spent 5 years, 3 doctors, 1 acupuncturist (including my acupuncturist), a masseuse, and many physical workouts to have one final doctor tell her that it was carpel tunnel syndrome and the only thing that would help is an operation.
After dealing with my gastro doctor, I realized this world is turning into a medical wasteland. The physicians join these group organizations that have a million doctors in them, with a million more staff. You never really talk to the doctor, you don't even talk to the physician's assistant, you get the staff that basically barely knows what your symptoms are, little alone the cure. They don't read the file before calling you, and they have this pat answer for everything. IT DRIVES ME CRAZY.
I shouldn't complain since I work for one of those large company's with a million attorneys, with a million more staff supporting them, and we have those pat answers for everything. Our attorneys specialize usually in one field of law, they no NOTHING, and I mean nothing regarding any other field of law, which is good and bad for the client. You get the top expertise for what the client directly wants, but heaven forbid if they sway from the topic, because then that attorney is swimming to find the next expert for the next subject.
I guess it's better than having the country hick doctor or attorney assisting you when their knowledge is even more narrow. Oh well.
So what did I do, I took the young and stupid route, I came to work, went directly to my computer, plugged into Youtube and put in Carpel Tunnel exercises. Zasam, a million vidoes of physical therapy at my finger. Update on self-diagnosing, self-physical therapy, and self-treatment of my ailments later.
Monday, January 31, 2011
On With The Adventure
Okay it has been quite sometime since I wrote regarding my arm. Yes I did agree with my daughter to see Dr. Ding, the acupuncturist. I think I am pretty open minded when it comes to medicine. If someone can change my attitude or attributes towards my physical health I am game. It has to be better than surgery. Stupidly I might have waited too long between agreeing and actually seeing Dr. Ding. I love saying that, Dr. Ding. It really sounds like he knows his stuff. Dr. Ding, Dr. Ding, Dr. Ding.
I had a moment when mind is stupidly over matter. I had adult children coming and going one weekend when it had been snowing at my house. My husband was working 48 hours almost straight so he had no time to snow shovel anything and did anyone of those adult children say, "I can do it for you." So after a very frustrating weekend and trying to hint (as my psychiatrist says, don't hint just say full on, its better for communication) I took matters in my own hands. I thought lucky for me the snow was fluffy light and hopefully won't do too much damage. Oh was I so wrong after lifting a shovel approximately 100 times repetitively within 20 minutes.
The arm didn't seem to hurt too much the day after, I thought maybe my arm is getting stronger and I just need to work out and stay with it. The next day I felt like I had been hit with a truck, maybe not even hit, but ran over several times in one particular area.
I immediately called Dr. Ding and amazingly he could get me right in. I thought this little Chinese doctor must not be too busy if he can get me right in. That was another misnomer.
The day of the appointment I was slowly moving around in my office when everyone asked what I was going to the doctor for (of course thinking it was a western doctor with actual medicine, Oxycontin would have done quite well), I explained I was going to an acupuncturist for the first time. They all looked at me quite weird, but I explained that this doctor couldn't make it any worst and hopefully make it better for less money than a western doctor. My boss turned to me and told me that I probably have carpel tunnel in my neck and arm and would either have to have physical therapy and/or several operations. Well then definitely this acupuncturist was going to be a lot less than operations and hopefully a lot less pain.
Painfully driving myself to Dr. Ding, I got on the elevator to go down to his office and could smell the strong Mentholatum ointment that my kids had bought me to relieve pain. I knew I was hopefully going down to my solution. I walked in knowing my appointment was in 10 min and there sat 3 patients. I forgot I was dealing with a china man. Chinese have no qualms of thinking they can over pack their schedule to meet there pocket needs. I just hoped he wasn't going to overpack my level of irritation.
All 3 patients went in quite quickly and he ushered me in for consultation. After approximately 30 needles were put in, a heat lamp, a nice little snooze, and 30 mins went by I was supposedly cured half way. He told me that I would need 2 to 3 treatments and that all of my pain would be gone and never return. Man am I holding him to his word on that.
A footnote to this appointment is that I went home and was in the worst pain I had ever been in with regards to my arm in months. I either was lathering myself up with Dr. Ding ointment or was sitting in the jaquzzi or heating pad for the entire weekend. I have said at least once in my blog it sucks to get old. If it is the last thing I do (and it maybe the last thing I do) I am going to get a handle on this and try to be in the best physical condition ever. Three days later I will be having another Dr. Ding appointment. The story continues. . .
I had a moment when mind is stupidly over matter. I had adult children coming and going one weekend when it had been snowing at my house. My husband was working 48 hours almost straight so he had no time to snow shovel anything and did anyone of those adult children say, "I can do it for you." So after a very frustrating weekend and trying to hint (as my psychiatrist says, don't hint just say full on, its better for communication) I took matters in my own hands. I thought lucky for me the snow was fluffy light and hopefully won't do too much damage. Oh was I so wrong after lifting a shovel approximately 100 times repetitively within 20 minutes.
The arm didn't seem to hurt too much the day after, I thought maybe my arm is getting stronger and I just need to work out and stay with it. The next day I felt like I had been hit with a truck, maybe not even hit, but ran over several times in one particular area.
I immediately called Dr. Ding and amazingly he could get me right in. I thought this little Chinese doctor must not be too busy if he can get me right in. That was another misnomer.
The day of the appointment I was slowly moving around in my office when everyone asked what I was going to the doctor for (of course thinking it was a western doctor with actual medicine, Oxycontin would have done quite well), I explained I was going to an acupuncturist for the first time. They all looked at me quite weird, but I explained that this doctor couldn't make it any worst and hopefully make it better for less money than a western doctor. My boss turned to me and told me that I probably have carpel tunnel in my neck and arm and would either have to have physical therapy and/or several operations. Well then definitely this acupuncturist was going to be a lot less than operations and hopefully a lot less pain.
Painfully driving myself to Dr. Ding, I got on the elevator to go down to his office and could smell the strong Mentholatum ointment that my kids had bought me to relieve pain. I knew I was hopefully going down to my solution. I walked in knowing my appointment was in 10 min and there sat 3 patients. I forgot I was dealing with a china man. Chinese have no qualms of thinking they can over pack their schedule to meet there pocket needs. I just hoped he wasn't going to overpack my level of irritation.
All 3 patients went in quite quickly and he ushered me in for consultation. After approximately 30 needles were put in, a heat lamp, a nice little snooze, and 30 mins went by I was supposedly cured half way. He told me that I would need 2 to 3 treatments and that all of my pain would be gone and never return. Man am I holding him to his word on that.
A footnote to this appointment is that I went home and was in the worst pain I had ever been in with regards to my arm in months. I either was lathering myself up with Dr. Ding ointment or was sitting in the jaquzzi or heating pad for the entire weekend. I have said at least once in my blog it sucks to get old. If it is the last thing I do (and it maybe the last thing I do) I am going to get a handle on this and try to be in the best physical condition ever. Three days later I will be having another Dr. Ding appointment. The story continues. . .
Friday, January 21, 2011
Slapping The Child Around
Getting older (not old) has made me realized that things start breaking down. My eyesight has changed, my skin has got sagger, my boobs have started dragging on the floor, and believe me I originally didn't have enough boobs to consider them to be boobs, so that is quite a feat for my boobs to be dragging on a table little alone on the floor. I have got a little thicker around not just the middle and of course my insides are all a jumble. I have been having problems with my right shoulder. I would like to think it is from slapping a child around into being better than me, but I pretty much have only done that mentally, mind games with your children are actually an art. Between the guilt and the obligation factor you can go along way.
My daughter has been seeing an acupuncturist, so guess what she talked me into seeing him as well. He surely couldn't hurt the situation any more than it is now, could he.
It brings me back to the a trip to China that I had, all of us woman thought a Chinese massage would be just perfect at the end of a very long day of traveling. Were we wrong!!! You wouldn't think small little Chinese women could torture you to do death in a matter of minutes. It also reminded me of being on the Yangtze when we went to the Chinese medicine class on the ship. The Chinese doctor truly looked like he was Jerry Lewis off of the Nutty Professor, buck teeth, lab coat and the messed up hair. It was hysterical.
I hope at the end of this appointment I am not wishing I didn't just slap a few more children around with the left hand so that I would be balanced and in shape. Just kidding readers. Watch for my update from the deep dark recesses of the mystical Chinese dungeons, actually a spa in Park City.
My daughter has been seeing an acupuncturist, so guess what she talked me into seeing him as well. He surely couldn't hurt the situation any more than it is now, could he.
It brings me back to the a trip to China that I had, all of us woman thought a Chinese massage would be just perfect at the end of a very long day of traveling. Were we wrong!!! You wouldn't think small little Chinese women could torture you to do death in a matter of minutes. It also reminded me of being on the Yangtze when we went to the Chinese medicine class on the ship. The Chinese doctor truly looked like he was Jerry Lewis off of the Nutty Professor, buck teeth, lab coat and the messed up hair. It was hysterical.
I hope at the end of this appointment I am not wishing I didn't just slap a few more children around with the left hand so that I would be balanced and in shape. Just kidding readers. Watch for my update from the deep dark recesses of the mystical Chinese dungeons, actually a spa in Park City.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Deep Fry
My husband sometimes can come up with the greatest ideas. At the great age of what, he has realized to listen to me is better than not and so there were several things under the Christmas Tree that screamed at me once I opened them, "HE IS LISTENING." One of the items was a deep fat fryer. It kind of threw me off when I opened it because I haven't been able to eat anything from a deep fat fryer since I went gluten free. Most everything has flour or bread crumbs wrapped around it.
Several months ago my husband and I went to one of our favorite restaurants "Spin Cafe." When we got there I realized that I wouldn't be able to eat any more of their wonderful onion rings. It made me sad. I went ahead and asked if they had a gluten free menu, which they did. When I got it, there in the middle it said "onion rings." I couldn't believe my eyes, I thought they were playing tricks on me. When I asked the waitress she said they are not made with wheat flour. I said "no way." She said, "oh so way." I asked her if they don't use flour what do they use which initiated her to go ask the chef. The chef told her he dips the onion rings in buttermilk and then into rice flour. I said to myself, I have rice flour, I can do this one day at the house.
Shortly after my daughter and I went to Thai restaurant. Not being too hip on Thai food, I know my love is for Chinese food which I have to specially cook for myself gluten free, I wasn't happy in going anyway, but I remember most Thai food have rice noodles and I thought I could do that. When I got there, there at the top of the menu was calamari specifically in Tapioca Flour. I was ecstatic. I haven't had calamari it seemed like in so long. It was wonderful.
I always wanted a deep fat fryer in my countertop like Paula Dean has on her show, but when I went gluten free there is no need to think I should need one. So when I got my deep fat fryer I realized I am in business.
Who said going gluten free you lose weight. That is so much crap. Now with my own deep fat fryer, not that I am going to be cooking every night, but I am sure just that little added fat in my diet will not be good. Who cares, for the things we have to sacrifice (i.e. cakes, cookies...), a little fat in my diet will be just fine.
Several months ago my husband and I went to one of our favorite restaurants "Spin Cafe." When we got there I realized that I wouldn't be able to eat any more of their wonderful onion rings. It made me sad. I went ahead and asked if they had a gluten free menu, which they did. When I got it, there in the middle it said "onion rings." I couldn't believe my eyes, I thought they were playing tricks on me. When I asked the waitress she said they are not made with wheat flour. I said "no way." She said, "oh so way." I asked her if they don't use flour what do they use which initiated her to go ask the chef. The chef told her he dips the onion rings in buttermilk and then into rice flour. I said to myself, I have rice flour, I can do this one day at the house.
Shortly after my daughter and I went to Thai restaurant. Not being too hip on Thai food, I know my love is for Chinese food which I have to specially cook for myself gluten free, I wasn't happy in going anyway, but I remember most Thai food have rice noodles and I thought I could do that. When I got there, there at the top of the menu was calamari specifically in Tapioca Flour. I was ecstatic. I haven't had calamari it seemed like in so long. It was wonderful.
I always wanted a deep fat fryer in my countertop like Paula Dean has on her show, but when I went gluten free there is no need to think I should need one. So when I got my deep fat fryer I realized I am in business.
Who said going gluten free you lose weight. That is so much crap. Now with my own deep fat fryer, not that I am going to be cooking every night, but I am sure just that little added fat in my diet will not be good. Who cares, for the things we have to sacrifice (i.e. cakes, cookies...), a little fat in my diet will be just fine.
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