Thursday, October 31, 2013


Today, I was supposed to meet with my new neurologist.

Alas, we had three cancellations and schedule changes from her office, and when I finally got this appointment, I changed the date on the card I had, but not the time.

I showed up for the appointment 20 minutes late, and she doesn't see patients who show up more than 5 minutes late. So now I'm rescheduled for the day before Thanksgiving.

The only silver lining is that I had an online class meeting for my hybrid course. I'd planned to stick around on campus for it, as I'd probably come out of the appointment too late to safely get my butt back home to log in by 5:00. Now, I could drive home.

At 5:05, the instructor sent out a message that too many students had emailed that they wouldn't be there because they were bringing their kids trick or treating. I was already sitting at my desk at home. I wouldn't be thrilled if I'd been in Tampa when I got that message.

Four weeks to go...

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Going Global

Back in middle school, I had a couple dozen pen pals all over the world. Several kept in touch over a few years, a few were just a half dozen letters exchanged back and forth. Before the days of the Internet in every home, it was a very cool way to learn about other cultures. Learning about different customs and cultures really fueled an unrequited desire to travel the world.

In fact, I've even said here that if I won the lottery, I'd become a permanent student, and take my breaks to travel. Now that I am approaching the midpoint of classroom studies for this doctoral program, I've even done some preliminary research into fellowship opportunities abroad. Considering the research studies I am citing in my proposal come from Europe, Australia, and New Zealand, it makes sense to try to get myself some time with those already exploring the topic, even if it isn't directly what I'm exploring.

Then a curious thing happened: through social media and a message board, I've become friends with about a dozen women who live in these regions. Similar to my crazy friends in the computer that met up at WDW recently, we congregate in one group and have gotten to know each other, and more importantly, laugh with each other. I will have IM chats off and on throughout the day with a lovely young lady from Sweden, then in the evening, another night owl and I will talk obscure music and the arts.

There's an interesting shift, though.

When most of the people you interact with are in your country, it's a safe bet that if you've chatted right before you've gone to bed at midnight, there isn't much activity in the place you tend to congregate online when you return to that site the next morning. Most of the participants are heading to bed within a couple of hours of you. Switch to a group that ranges from 14 hours down to five hours ahead, and someone is awake and yakking while you're sleeping. I can sometimes awake to find a dozen messages within the group tagged with my name, and I'm giggling first thing in the morning.

In addition to the humor, though, it's really interesting to get the adult perspective of living in other countries. Pen pals when you're a kid only have a kid's perspective on things-adults, well, we can talk about the way government is set up in the various countries, the food customs, what activities people tend to participate in. It's fascinating, like the pen pals of years ago, but much better.

Several in the group have met up, and eventually, I suspect that it'll be my turn to meet a few of these ladies in person. I keep telling them that if they want to visit Mickey Mouse, I'll be a willing tour guide. However, I suspect that when the time comes to be able to talk and laugh in person, it will involve a stamp on a passport.

And that's pretty darn awesome.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Preparing For Next Semester

This semester, I'm in a class that my major professor teaches, on that combines us with the other technology-based students. However, the follow up class only is offered for my major, and this semester's class is a prerequisite. However, there are only five of us taking it from my major, and generally, classes in our college need 8 students to be offered. (I do know of one exception, the class from hell had 6 of us, and really should have had 8.)

We students had gone with the assumption that the class will be offered, but my professor sent an email out Friday to us, asking if we intended to take it this spring or in the future. Four of us are in our second year, one is four classes away from defending her dissertation. That email made me a little nervous that I have to wait until next spring to take it.

I have twelve classes left to take, so today, I spent a little time finding out which of the classes on my list are offered. It ends up that none of the 'hands on' classes I need in my program are offered (the lot of someone who has already earned a M.Ed-the offerings are things I've taken), I found one other class that is needed, and it has two sections. If that is the only thing, oh well, I'll just take one.

Then a FB message from the first friend I made the first week of classes at Poly. She starts back to school in January, and when she got accepted, I told her all the classes she needs to take that I could possibly take with her or have already taken and could be a sounding board (or her 'red pen of doom love') as needed. J has her classes figured out and asked if I was taking one that fulfills a 'choose one from these 6 classes' requirement. I looked it us and realized it was a good fit for my needs. We'll take that one together.

Then, in my weekly meeting with my major professor, she told me that the other class will definitely be offered. In fact, at her previous university, she capped the class at five students. And with that, my selections are made.

It's funny, this morning, I was thinking that twelve classes left would mean I had plenty of options. Then I looked and found that while doctoral students do have first crack at registration, they have less classes to choose from!

By taking the tougher classes that all doctoral students need early on, I was lulled into this false sense that I could find plenty of classes. Instead, the five semesters after spring will be a jigsaw puzzle of 'take this now, even though I'd rather wait', or else I might be stuck an extra semester to fulfill requirements.

Monday, October 28, 2013

Preparing Your Child For The Path

Ed and I parent our children differently, as they have very different needs, but the philosophy that best matches our point of view is preparing our child for the path. In other words, giving them support, but letting them both know that the world isn't going to view them as speshul snowflakes-they will have to pull their fair share to get good grades and good jobs.

Chef has taken some lumps on that front, because we don't nag him to do homework or study. We ask and take him at his word when he has none. This has resulted in two trips to summer school, which is something he does not want to repeat. In this sense, the message was received that it's not Mom or Dad that has to do the work-it is completely up to him.

With GameTeen, it's quite another story. We might as well be talking to a brick wall, as the child is convinced the world revolves around HIM. There are battles about showering properly, cleaning, doing his chores, and pretty much everything. The battle royale every night is bedtime. "I don't like bedtime", "I hate bedtime", "I'm not ready for bed", "You're not listening to what I say-I don't want to go to bed".

This topic has come up in this space before. Benedryl doesn't work, Melatonin doesn't work, and the prescription strength sleep inducers that are safe with his other medications don't really work. He just does not sleep at night-so he falls asleep in class.

Our response to this is to take away the coveted games. We usually are able to partner with teachers, to tell them to inform him that he loses his games. During the IEP meeting earlier in the month, we explained this in GameTeen's presence.

This teacher seems to think she has a better answer. She told GameTeen today "tell your Mom and Dad they should drive you to school, so that you can get a little more sleep."


He has a special bus that comes to pick him up, so that any potential bullying situations are avoided on the mainstream bus (and to keep Chef from having to be his brother's bodyguard). It picks him up one hour before classes begin. If I were to drop him off on my way to work, it'd give him an extra FIFTEEN minutes of sleep.

How about when the kid goes to sleep, you tell him that he needs to go to bed earlier, maybe reinforce what the parents are already saying to the kid? No, this one seems to think that we should rearrange our schedule and skip using the school provided bus and let the revolve around the child.

It took three drafts of the email to send one that wasn't extremely rude and obnoxious. This child needs to learn that we're not going to be there forever, his brother is not going to be there for him, he needs to take personal responsibility. Telling him to have his parents drive him to school flies in the face of that.

I can't wait to see what her rationale was for telling the kid that the path will be modified for him...

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Balloons Over Disney

Saw these yesterday as I was driving I-4 at 7:30 in the morning.

Couldn't get a good shot, but there were about a dozen balloons, all really colorful. It seems appropriate that they'd be heading over Disney.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Poster Child For Compliant Patients

The only thing that one really can do for a blood clot is wait it out. I'm impatient, though.

Nurse M tells me that I am the poster child for compliant patients. Basically, I've had everything go wrong that can, so I know how to deal with it.

So, for now, the things I am doing to make this clot resolve:




Benedryl cream for itchiness

Aleve for pain (hasn't needed more, but I have if needed)


Waiting is not what I am good at doing. The rest, however, I can handle.

Friday, October 25, 2013

Acropolis, New Tampa

One of my co-workers and I take a class together and as a result, we occasionally go out to lunch together. This past week, she suggested Acropolis, and I agreed-because hey, I can never enjoy too much Greek food. The second reason for going is that I've been to their Ybor and Riverview locations, both of which have been great. The New Tampa location is in the same strip mall as Mr. Dunderbak's, also reviewed here, so it was about time that I switched from driving by to dining in.

When dining with my companion, there will always be an appetizer. Today's choice was the Tirosalata, a dip that is similar in texture to tsitsiki sauce, but made with feta, oregano, and olive oil. It was rich, garlicky, and creamy, served with warm pita quarters-and they brought more when we spread ample amounts on the pitas supplied, quickly running out. I actually ordered Chef's favorite from Acropolis, Pastitsio, a cousin to baked ziti. It's pasta tossed in a tomato sauce, topped with seasoned ground beef, and topped with a thick layer of bechemel sauce. The beef has notes of cinnamon and nutmeg, slightly sweet with the savory. The noodles were perfect, just barely al dente, and the bechemel was very light. The portion was very large, IMO, which meant that I brought a decent sized portion home for Chef to enjoy later.

A note about Acropolis. We visited during lunch, so the music was not loud and overwhelming, but at the other two locations, I'd dined during dinner, and there was either a bouzouki player or recorded music, with servers dancing to traditional Greek music, tossing napkins everywhere. It sure beats tossing plates, but it can get very loud. If that's not your scene, then I suggest choosing the outdoor seating or to dine during lunch!

While I didn't have them this time, my usual order at Acropolis involves some saganaki and the Korfu chicken. I'm glad I tried something else, as it was equally enjoyable.

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Thursday, October 24, 2013

Good Changes

I've been an officer in a student organization for a little over a year. Before, it seemed like the advisor was just going through the motions, but that was how the organization had been run as long as I've known about it. Until the leadership changed with four of us last year, I can't think of a single activity that occurred. Heck, we lost an officer somewhere along the way because we were pretty stagnant.

There's been a change in advisor and this seems helped matters. I pointed out things that I felt we should be doing for the students and the list was reviewed by faculty and they agreed. Some of them were done with a speed heretofore unseen by any of us. Our president had way too many demands on her time, so we are down to two officers-and whatever we've suggested in meetings has been enthusiastically received.

We met today, reviewed some things that have been on the to do list for a while, all had been accomplished. The two faculty members with us were tasked with supplying us current rosters to update the member database.

Ten minutes after the meeting adjourned, we had them.

The president and I both agreed that it is really nice to see interest and investment in what we do as a group. It renews my energy for doing what I do for the organization, too.

I could get used to this!

Wednesday, October 23, 2013


When I was pretty young, like before I was a teen, I was given an etiquette book as a gift for either my birthday or Christmas. With my tendency to devour the printed word, I'm sure the giver knew that I'd read it from cover to cover and take it to heart.

It being the 70's, many of those rules do not apply today. Still, I know the proper way to address letters, the order of introducing people to each other, and how a proper place setting should be prepared if I ever decide to break out the fine china and good set of silverware that resides in a box within arm's reach (my Dad bought my flatware as a wedding gift, I like having it close). Later, I'd read Miss Manners and update myself on things, as the Emily Post book really was intended for a modern woman of the 60's and had obsolete topics about calling cards and when to wear white gloves.

Many rules haven't changed, though-and those typically are the ones that have to do with weddings and showers and the like. I've been invited to several of each that make me wonder if the bride never bothered to research what is proper form. The latest one has me chucking. You see, I was invited to the shower and knew full well I wasn't going to be invited to the wedding: the bride had already said there would only be 40 guests and she has a big family.

Honestly, I'm at the stage in my life that I would rather not attend one of someone who isn't a very close friend or family member. I wasn't even intending on going to the shower, but I got egged on by a mutual friend to go. It was okay, but the lack of really knowing anyone but two people out of the bride friends, family, and coworkers made me realize I should have sent my regrets and given her the gift when I next saw her.

Now, the wedding is looming and the bride is acting awkward. She's invited people we both know, but not me. Saying that I don't give a shit really makes it look like it's sour grapes, but really-why would I spend the whole day at an occasion that isn't really significant to me?

I haven't said a word the bride. If she can't say "hey, I didn't invite you because I have such a small guest list", then I really can't bothered to say that I didn't expect an invite to a small wedding, nor did I really want one to an event where I don't really know anyone. If she's feeling uncomfortable about the situation, that is her own doing and I'm not going to fix it for her.

I probably would have bought the gift for the wedding if I hadn't been invited to the shower because it is proper form. All the etiquette books, Emily Post, Miss Manners, and even Martha Stewart say the same thing: if you aren't inviting someone to your wedding, they shouldn't be invited to a bridal shower. It makes it look like a gift grab.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013


Monday, October 21, 2013


One friend lost a job and is struggling. Another lost a job, couldn't find another-and decided to ditch what wasn't needed, pack what is and is moving where a job is much easier to attain.

I would love to know what that difference is that makes one person freeze and the other say 'screw it, I can't change the situation here, so I'll change MY situation?' I'd love to know, so that I could give the one who needs it a dose, because it is so desperately needed.

Meanwhile, I usually walk around with a mostly happy outlook on life. Sure, I bitch and complain, but generally, once I do, I'm okay. Foul moods don't stick around for long. Which is why I'm not enjoying the current state very much. Nurse M and I had our check in this morning and I was told I should be the poster child for compliant patients. It was good for a few laughs, which we seem to squeeze into phone consultations that deal with serious crap. Right now, though, the PMA is struggling.

It will come back, it always does-but it means I don't have any to spread around right now...and I think that's the hardest part of not having a cheerful disposition...

Sunday, October 20, 2013

A Productive Day...For Others

My day started at 4:30. I got up, got out the door, ran an errand to Wal Mart-then picked up my friend Allen and loaded up the van with his belongings that he was selling at the swap meet. Too damn early for my day off, in my opinion. We stuck around until just before noon, he had a financially successful effort.

Brought him back home, unloaded his stuff, then came back to my house to prepare for a study session I was to lead. Well, there have been some conflicts between the old roster of the student organization and us setting the students up in the new one. After spending a lot of time on it Friday, we thought it was resolved. It wasn't. So I spent the hour before the session scrambling to enroll the participants so they could log into the session.

The session went very well. But, from there, my energy was zapped and I hardly got any of the work done for my classes I had planned for today.

Can I have a do-over on my Sunday?

Saturday, October 19, 2013


Nine people dining, the 'cousin' who brought us to our table told us about the delicious bread. Gave us five loaves, but the three veterans warned the newbies not to load up on it. So, all took a small piece off ONE of the five loaves given.

Appetizers have changed a bit since I was last here: the honey coriander wings are still there, and delicious, and they come with lovely wontons. The salad now has a pomegranate vinaigrette that is fantastic-still, saving room for THE MEAT. Which was awesome, though my 'cousins' didn't listen when I'd ask for one of something...

All in all, great, filling dinner, then a nice evening hanging out at Kidani with lots of laughter. It's really cool when you can attach voices to the faces and words on the page. Even better when they truly are how they present themselves online. Now looking forward to a repeat of this next year...

Friday, October 18, 2013

Friends in the Computer

Are going to become three dimensional tomorrow!

Last October, I met up with four of the members of a message board that is an offshoot board of an offshoot board, but we all were members of another board that banned us. That dinner at Raglan Road was full of laughter and good food. My only complaint was that the music was too loud to hear everything well.

That trip went so well that a return trip was planned, and more people jumped on the bandwagon. Several are already here, with more arriving in the morning. The plan is to meet up with several at one of the Disney restaurants, then head to one of the resorts to hang out with those who didn't want to eat at that restaurant. I suspect I will have a headache from the non-stop laughing that typically happens when we chat in the Facebook group that replaced the message board...

I'm bringing Ed along, so he can see my friends in the computer aren't psychos. Well, they are-but in a good way. These are his type of people. The timing is perfect, too-I need to have a few hours not thinking about my stupid leg, eating some good food with some fun people.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Time Off For Good Behavior

The rewards of a being a compliant patient-Nurse M told me I could monitor this myself after I triaged myself over the phone. It feels weird to have a clot, for both of us to agree this is a superficial clot and not be going in for a doppler study.

I'm supposed to check back with her in the morning. It looked worse this morning than it did last night. If it levels off, it sounds like I'll be using heat and the compression wrap I picked up today until it resolves.

I'm impatient, I'm grumpy, I hurt, and I hate that I have no control over this stupid leg.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013


Not if.

When you deal in chronic issues, you learn to expect the other shoe to drop, because it will drop. You just don't know when.

For some chronic issues, the people who have them know how to avoid the 'when'. Managing their diet, getting enough sleep, avoiding places with blinking lights. Basically, knowing the triggers that change the situation from 'if' to 'now'.

Until now, I've had four 'when' episodes. Two earned me a pass because they happened right after surgery. I've had extra at bats with my doctor, a ball four when it should have been a strike, walked instead of being struck out.

Until today, that is.

There was a stinging in my ankle earlier today, a burning sensation that made me think I might have had a bug bite-but there was none. The leg felt a little warm when I rubbed on it, but I didn't realize it until later, when I was in the restroom outside the classroom, the brightly lit one-where I saw my ankle.

The bright red one. The stinging one. The warm one.

The one that surely has a clot in it.

My stupid leg has done it again. I doubt I'll be walked again. Strike five.

Hello, lifetime blood thinners. Hello daily reminder that I need to avoid the whens.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Don't You Hate It When

You're swayed by the number of pieces of candy in the bag, and thus, pick up the assortment of Halloween candy that doesn't have a single one of your favorites?

I should have grabbed the other one. At least it had Almond Joys and Milky Way bars...

Monday, October 14, 2013

Twin Peaks, Orlando

Twin Peaks is like Hooters, if it was up north and in the snowy mountains. Servers in short shorts and plaid tops from which those 'twin peaks' runneth over is the uniform, but other than the sex appeal, this isn't a Hooters rebadge.

For one: Twin Peaks offers up their own beers (two varieties), as well as a plentiful assortment of other brews from smaller companies, and the small print at the bottom of the beer menu indicates they have those major label brews. Still, Ed was tickled to get a manly sized Bell's Oberon, while I went with a girl-size of Abita's Purple Haze. I saw that they had the lovely Leinies, but the hanging decor indicated it was Canoe Paddler, which we'd tried last month and weren't thrilled with. Beers are served extremely cold in frosty mugs-in fact, mine developed icebergs!

The menu is small, and leans towards hearty, manly-type meals. This is a good thing when you're feeding two locusts and a husband with a big appetite. As we were really hungry, I was left with the decision to order an appetizer and I went for something that ended up being HUGE: the barbeque nachos.

These hit the spot: tangy barbeque sauce, tender pork, ample cheese, with beans that were like a puree near the bottom. A word to the wise, there are a stack of naked chips in the bottom of the mound-if you dig these out first, you'll be able to spread the goodness more evenly across your chips. To be honest, Ed liked these so much that he ignored the fries that came with his sandwich.

There was a nice twist on the offerings. GameTeen saw the Hangover burger and was determined to get it: a burger with an egg and bacon on top, what could be better? There is no picture because in true locust fashion, he devoured the thing before I had a chance to get a picture. It was declared excellent and I suspect he will now be bugging us to return soon.

Meanwhile, Ed and I both thought the steak sliders sounded perfect and ordered them. Steak is really a misnomer, these were pot roast bites on garlic toast, served with au jus and a horseradish dip and steak fries. They were tender and lightly seasoned-the horseradish made them perfect. With my first, I spread the horseradish on the bread, which was a waste: dip the end of the sandwich in the ramekin of dip. It's a little messier, but you get that in your face bite that makes it taste even better. The steak fries were seasoned with blend similar to old bay: not bad, but they're really cannon fodder.

Chef ordered the chicken fried chicken, and he was sold on the jalapeno cream gravy. This was also man-sized, and he ate the whole thing. It was served with mixed vegetables with bacon and sauteed onions in them. The fact that they had corn meant he wasn't touching them, but Ed and I both nibbled-bacon makes everything better.

Through it all, we had a very chatty server, she was eager to share information about Twin Peaks, the beers and how the email list gets you some great information. I think it surprised her that I'd joined the list as soon as we'd heard they were coming to Orlando. We were curious and well, it was a little of what we expected in the server department, and a nice alternative to wings and beer at Hooters.

I will say this: we do have a routine at Hooters and that involves sharing the ample orders of curly fries and getting a larger order of wings. It is rare we spend more than $55 for the four of us. Twin Peak's prices aren't out of line, by any stretch of the imagination, but those beers and the large appetizer brought us to $75. I've been told that we will always get those nachos, so I guess I'll be prepared that we're spending a little more. At least everyone enjoyed their meals, the service was good, the beer variety was good and cold and it's a nice alternative on I-Drive.

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Sunday, October 13, 2013

Saturday, October 12, 2013

CND Shellac Dark Dahlia

My nail tech is psychic. I got there and she had a bottle of polish tucked behind the UV 'box' used to cure the UV gel manicures. She showed me the new colors done on sample nails and when I picked my color, that was the one she'd had ready. She gets my tastes.

What I wanted was PURPLE, and Dark Dahlia delivers it. It's like a nice glass of bordeaux wine, but it looks much darker indoors. I really like it.

Friday, October 11, 2013

Thursday, October 10, 2013


The first night of one of my classes, a classmate promptly earned the moniker 'Storm'. The reason is a Tim Minchin video about a hippie with that name. Warning: some of the language is NSFW.

Anyway, I was sitting before class with a friend, chatting, she who is now known as Storm came in, greeted my friend and commented on our conversation. Next thing I know, she's saying to friend "I believe in YOUR God, too", as well as some other rather vacuous statements. In the subsequent weeks, there have been more statements that fill the hole with pigeon.

Tonight took the cake. As our field works in technology, there are components of it that we are expected to have basic knowledge about, so that we can guide others in their use. This is especially important with popular social media sites and those from which educational content can be used. She pronounced YouTube as 'useful content and smut', and Twitter 'not important', and further went on the 'smutty content' diatribe. This after several weeks where she made a bold statement or two that flies in the face of all that we are taught and makes me wonder exactly why she's pursuing a technology field.

Let's just say that at this level, there aren't many 'Storms', but each encounter has me scratching my head-and wondering if there is a tattoo of a fairy...

Wednesday, October 09, 2013

Things You Do, Then You Don't

I have been modifying my hair color in some way, shape, or form since I was 16 years old. At first, it was a little bit of peroxide to bring out more of the red highlights. Hint: If you do this before you take a 10 day college course that involves spending your entire day out on the beach or hiking on a tiny island, your hair goes from a medium light red to a light strawberry blonde.

Eventually, using peroxide or Sun-In evolved into using hair color. I stayed to the lighter end of the red hues. If my hair were to be returned to the natural medium brown with hints of red, people would think I was unwell. That's what happens when you have fair skin and somewhat dark hair. Other than two times that I was convinced to go back to that brown, I've been in red. And other than 4 times, I've been the one coloring it.

It got harder to complete this task when my neck and shoulder got bad, and while recovering. A few months ago, I went to buy more color and found that one of the shades of red I use to mix together to get my shade has been discontinued. The color is one that Ed really likes, though I'd like it a little darker. So, I colored my hair, knowing that the next time would be the last for this shade.

Tonight, I colored my hair. Last time for this shade, and, it seems, last time I really should even attempt to color it myself. It seems that the bending over to rinse the coloring out of my hair is NOT a good idea anymore. Heck, leaning me back in a hair salon sink may be equally bad-but at least there is someone there to watch for signs of the spinnys besides me. My sense of independence and frugality are over ridden by the need to consider that for every action, there is an equal reaction-and my body doesn't react to bending over very well anymore.

It probably will be smart to go meet up with the hairdresser I plan to visit and have her see if she can match up this shade before I need a touchup.

Monday, October 07, 2013

My Online Friends are Enablers

Makeup talk, then more makeup talk, resulted in me buying this over the weekend:

I spent more on this than I've spent in a year on cosmetics. That said, I suspect that six eyeliners will last far more than a year for me!

Oh, and I think I convinced others to get UV gel manicures over the past couple of years, so maybe it was my turn to spend some money as the result of all the makeup talk?

Sunday, October 06, 2013

Trying to Figure Out How to Resolve Health Issues

That's a tough nut to crack, how to prevent or reduce episodes of a health issue when you have another few weeks before seeing the doctor. At least, in this case, I noted all the physical manifestations prior to my O.V. episode and now can recognize when conditions are ripe for one. Kind of like a tornado right now, in the sense that I can predict what may occur, but I'm powerless to stop what is going to happen.

In exploring the interwebz, I see that dehydration is a trigger, as is fatigue. Well, I've upped my water consumption considerably, but the fatigue is weird-I am exhausted from going to a shower yesterday! I'm thinking that my body is fighting something that may be triggering the O.V., but I don't know.

More reading brings up that I should cut out all caffeine, which is going to be HARD. I love my coffee, iced tea, coca cola, and chocolates. I can probably cut out the first three, but no chocolate would be a challenge. However, I responded to a post on a Chiari message board and find that I have a few symptoms for POTS (the jury is still out-I'm not sure that it is a diagnosis that fits), and that one suggests UPPING intake of caffeine to keep blood pressure up.

So, for now, I'll maintain lots of water, and do more reading. The tough part is that medications I take for some issues are not recommended when you have other issues. It's probably a good thing I have my own medical history to bring to my new neurologist, so she can see all the diagnoses better than the little one sheet they have you fill out in the waiting room. Like say, having injectible Imitrex, having it for years, and then have someone tell you it triggers clots. My vascular surgeon knows about the migraines and knew about that medication, maybe he thinks the benefit outweighs the risk? I wasn't making that little history when I first saw him, so now I follow up with his office on that one.

Right now, it feels like I've got a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle in front of me, the kind where every piece is the same shape!

Saturday, October 05, 2013

Ten Miles From Home

Yes, I'm heavy on photos lately. Tired and/or spinny, so I'm packing it in early tonight, but you get to see how rural it gets close to home.

Friday, October 04, 2013

Sun Dog

The colors washed out, but this was the first Sun Dog I'd ever seen that wasn't someone else's picture.