Posts Tagged ‘health’

Allergies and alligator skin

In The Daily Drool on April 8, 2010 at 2:38 pm

An allergy is an exaggerated immune response or reaction to substances that are generally not harmful. Thank you, Google (she says sarcastically and with a dash of grump)

I forgot… forgot how damn windy it gets here, and how much pollen/dust/other itch-makers get blown around, into your eyes and up your nose.


There’s the Loratadine tablets that help, and the allergy spray that helps… but all of it serves as sore reminders of Mother Nature’s smack-down skill.

Almost as soon as I crossed the state line I could feel her, tickling my sinuses – as though she’s got a kick-back deal with Kleenex.  Shortly thereafter the skin began to molt, as always happens when I cross into the arid Arizona landscape.

In short, I’m an itchy, sneezy, flaky mess at present, so be happy you don’t have to gaze on this face, haha.

And yes, it will start to subside, I’ll readjust, and the sneezing will become more maneagable, but wow, I’m giving the tissue companies and lotion manufacturers a nice little boost.

Downtown Germs

In The Daily Drool on February 10, 2010 at 10:26 am

I woke up today with a little squeak.  I mean, I quite literally am squeaking when I take a deep breathe.

That can’t be good.

So I made an apointment for la’ doctuer… It’s funny, because with Kaiser you are asking to enter the medical village- there is always someone there who can see you!  And my appointment is set for 1:35.  I’m kind of excited.

Especially if there’s a chance they will help bring an end to this cold’s reign of terror.

Because I didn’t realize until later last night that I had had a fever for about 2 days straight…  I mean, it wasn’t until the fever broke and all of a sudden I could see straight that thought to myself “Hmmm, I think I’ve been above temperature normal!”  And the relief was astounding.  The headache was gone.

It was wonderful.

And then my roomate took pity on me and brought me fresh kleenex, orange juice, and soup.  This is why it is better to live with somebody.  (And for times when you lock yourself out, among others)

But all this to say, in a very disjointed way because my stuffy brain is still not making the most sense, that I am assigning blame of this cootie invasion to my day of extra work on CSI:New York last week.  Yup, all day out in the cold in Downtown Los Angeles- where the gross and disgusting germs pool around each other and stew more gross and disgusting germs, and where each breathe is rife with unpleasant smells and sensations… where buildings lie vacant and cars sputter their noxious, ozone defeating fumes… where homeless stroll lost and men with questionable hygeine walk up and down alleys spewing “The End Is Coming”…

That is, I think, where this noxious little bugger entered my system and took up its cause.

Well, I’m going to the Doctor and I’m getting some drugs to help kick this little bastard’s ass!

And I’m not heading back downtown anytime soon.

Sick Day

In The Daily Drool on February 9, 2010 at 12:47 pm


I hate it.

I hate trying to fall asleep, only to be kept awake by the constant drip, drip, drip of the stuff… So maybe you fold up some tissue and wedge it into your nostrils in a pitiful, “I-don’t-care-what-this-looks-like-or-if-it-will-have-permanent-repercussions-for-my-nostrils” attempt to staunch the drip.  Maybe you prop the pillow against your now-open jaw so you can mouth-breath without that fretful waking at the moment it truly relaxes and plops open even further…

And maybe you preface the whole process with a couple of Nyquil capsules and a brief prayer that this nastiness go away sososososo quickly, please!

But waking up the next morning and surveying the wreckage of your bed, and the dissarray of tissue… well, it’s really nothing compared to realizing, at 12:30 in the afternoon, that this cold from hell has also taken your sense of smell.


I smeared the Vix all over my chest only to realize 30 seconds in that I was wrinkling my nose out of memory… I couldn’t really smell it!  Doubting myself, I went so far as to stick my nose INTO the jar and inhale deeply… a couple of times – Nothing.

Who wants to bring me chicken noodle soup?

Up and Down

In The Daily Drool on January 12, 2010 at 12:55 pm

Last night was one of those bizarre and miserable nights where a migraine moved in and tortured me for HOURS.  It started at the Ovation awards in Redondo beach- a lovely black tie affair with a cream puff finish (I ate 5!)  – But about half way through the ceremony I could feel that monster approaching and had nothing in my tiny decorative purse to purge the beast except a couple Tylenol.

The Migraine laughed at them like I was throwing snowballs at the sun.

So I suffered through it, and stumbled out of the theatre to my friend’s car (cream puff in tow) and came home to the frustrating migraine medicine cabinet… The stuff I take for them knocks the bastards out but totally upsets my stomach and makes me feel speedy in the process.  Not a thing to be taken lightly at 11 p.m.

Which is all to say that I hardly slept last night for tossing and turning and having to get up to snack at 2 a.m. because my little tummy was all sorts of upset and then this morning arrived and I found some of the tortilla I had crawled back to my room with didn’t make it into my mouth, but got stuck in my hair instead, and my eyes are swollen from the whole thing and I want someone to rub my feet…

So yeah, a whiney Tuesday morn.

Ahhh, the cooties got me!

In The Daily Drool on December 14, 2009 at 12:06 pm

Well, I knew waking up on Saturday that continuing with the planned Holiday Fiesta was a risky move- I felt like crap and my voice was barely present… But I couldn’t muster the courage to cancel.  I wanted to see everybody, and I had already bought the turkey.  So I pressed on with my day- a day begun in Valencia with this “Miss Tiffany has a little voice today, so let’s everyone be on our best behavior so she doesn’t have to talk too loudly!”  to a room full of empathetic 4 yr. olds who quickly forgot about Miss Tiffany’s cold entirely and dissolved into their regular rambunctious behaviors.


So by the time I got back home for last minute decorations and turkey preparations (while I was certainly feeling festive) my voice-box was on it’s last little legs.

And I will say that I had a LOVELY time (and drank only hot tea), it was so nice to see everyone and the food was all delightful.  (we didn’t even wind up with a dozen pumpkin pies like last year, so yay!)  But when all was said and done, and the last reveler had gone, I was left to face the non-music… my voice was GONE, and the germs that conquered were setting up camp in my chest.

For the cold, thus left untended, had taken over.

So Sunday was spent abed, and acouch, and today I will spend a chunk of my time aKaiser…

The funny thing being (in all the coughing and whining) is that I knew I was pressing my luck, yet I forged ahead anyway.

And I wonder, if the wonders of modern medicine weren’t so readily available… if I wasn’t paying $160 a month for the “luxury” of a $30 co-pay to see Dr. Somebody-or-other, would I have been so lax on my own upkeep?  I mean, a hundred years ago, I might not have had such a cavalier attitude about these persistent germs… I might have been in bed, on a strict OJ and chicken soup diet… intimidated by the threat of leeches or other such unusual treatments.

Instead, living as we do now, I forged ahead with little worry as to how I would manage the consequences.

And in all honesty, while the party surely didn’t help matters, it wasn’t solely to blame; rather it became an accelerant- too much talking, laughing, and energy spending- thus I depleted my dwindling resources.

So today, I will celebrate in the marvels of modern medicine- I will rest up with more tv-watching and wii playing, and I will hope that my voice returns post haste.

And I will smile through the coughing as I think of all the fun I had celebrating the holidays with my very dear friends this season.

Running… it’s what’s for lunch

In The Daily Drool on September 19, 2009 at 2:53 pm

I’ve never been a fan of running- in fact, those who know me well know that if the sneakers are out it’s a good indication that this little lady has been inexcusably angered.  I think it’s because I hate running so that when the blood is boiling, it seems the only possible way to excise the anger demons.  And since I get that angry about once every twelve years, I hardly ever have to run.

But this week I’ve been out in my running shoes three times.

And yes, it’s due to unfortunate tidings, but for the first time EVER I’ve enjoyed it.  I’ve enjoyed turning off my brain and just counting my breaths.  I’ve enjoyed pushing my body so hard that it burns past the fuel and calories and into the emotions.  I’m running off my tears.  All that pent up pain has to come out one way or another and crying just seems so involuntary… so I’m running.

And I know I’m probably not doing it right.  I’m certainly not running steady- this little body has gotten soft – but I’m stretching and hydrating and leaving my shit at the door.

So while I don’t think I’ll ever develop those glazed over euphoria-eyes talking about the habit, I do feel a bit of fierce protectiveness for this new round of therapy.

Left, Right… Fight?

In Essays, The Daily Drool on August 18, 2009 at 9:13 am

I don’t like to air my political thoughts very often because I think we get enough of people broadcasting on that channel – every once in a while though I get struck numb with the sheer audacity of something and publicly ponder.   Today I’m not going to do that –  Today I’d like to ask you some questions… because I feel like I don’t have enough reach to grasp the answer.

The divide between Republicans and Democrats – something that has been going and going – feels to me to becoming particularly divisive as of late.  I’m speaking of the past couple years, and especially since the election.  Everyone seems to have a very vocal and vociferous opinion about why their side has it all figured out and the other are a bunch of nuts.  People are angry and looking for an outlet – but what is scary to me is any sense of seeming appreciation that this is the place to have debate… that this, of all nations, is one in which we (while agreeing to disagree) should at least retain reason as we struggle to fight for our beliefs without becoming so fanatically committed to them that we cease to see our opponant as a likewise dedicated human being.

Because I feel like this is getting forgotten.  Because we’re not debating anymore, we’re throwing dirty punches – and while the things we are fighting for are life-changing – it’s scary to see so many people apparently loosing their minds in the ring.

I’m not preaching some sort of “Can’t we all just get along” mentalitiy, because I know we can’t.  We’re all of us coming at issues from our own perspective and that will always result in differences, some of which are too strong to overlook.  But I can’t abide by the ignorance of some of the arguments people are making on either side – and by ignorance I mean those who have begun denigrating everyone who disagrees.  Yes, people are angry, and Yes, someone has to lose – but writing off a whole demographic with expletive ridden insults and disgust, just because they don’t agree with you, turns debate into a playground fight really quickly.  It’s disgusting.

So this is my question:  When is the last time we were so divided politically and do you think we’re going to be able to heal?  Are we as a nation going to be able to move forward from our political positions, win or lose, or is this divide going to turn into one giant crack…

Toes and Shoulders

In The Daily Drool on June 4, 2009 at 10:17 pm

There is something so pleasing in a simple rub of the piggies… I could sit near comatose from a good rub for hours, were it monetarily possible for me to do so.  Whether it’s a nail tech in the mall treating my feet, or some angelic soul with strong, generous hands manipulating my muscles at Burke Williams, I’m at my happiest in times of massage.

And why shouldn’t I be?  It’s such a simple thing – the right touch and your stiff shoulders are miles away… the cramped fingers from hours of typing are long forgotten, the cell phone turned off and tucked away… I mean, I really believe that Heaven must have an all you can eat buffett filled with your favorite foods and a spa where you can get massaged as long as you like.

Mortal, Mortal, We

In Essays, The Daily Drool on May 11, 2009 at 4:31 pm

No one ever thinks they are going to get old, or infirm.  Oh, we know alright that it will, eventually happen.  But we think of it in broad terms, like “I hope my kids never stick me in a nursing home.” Or “God, it must really suck to loose your teeth.”  But eventually time it makes its descent and although this body you inhabit may be creaking and faded, the spirit – the you – is as hungry to be here as ever it was.  For this is what struck me yesterday as my father was talking to me – a man who has fought many a difficult battle for that prize called life – that we never really ever sit up all ready for doctors and hospitals – we just wind up in their midst, minds reeling from the suddenness of it all.

And it’s got me thinking – this most recent battle that has catapulted my family into the world of medicine and insurance that grows eerily more familiar if less and less understandable – it’s got me thinking about how we live.  How I live.  How I want to live – and the difference between.

I’ve always had a sort of decision breaker when faced with a paralyzing choice: “Will I regret not doing this?  Will I spend precious final moments bemoaning my lack of action, or is this an inconsequential quandary?”  Most often the really big decisions are met with a little pipsqueak of bravery from my deepest self “Yes!  You will regret letting your fear stall this course.  Take a deep breath and Leap!”  

I’m sure someone much more famous and well read than I has already said this, but I currently find myself at the helm of the sentiment – We are naught but our accumulated experiences.

We walk this Earth mostly so wrapped up in our daily trivials that we seldom remember how freakin’ blessed we are to be here.  Envision if you will the line of souls just flickering with anticipation at the possibilities to once more dip their toes into Earth’s cool grass, wrap their lips around the crisp fruity freshness of a ripened strawberry, to breathe in the scent of a lover, or to laugh, to cry, to feel it all.  Because life is a gift and we must celebrate it!  It’s the only way to live… to make the most of every moment, stare down the fears that get in your way, and live like you mean it!

And sure, it’s a tough thing to remember the joy of the miracle of life every second of every day… we are human after all.  And humans love drama and conflict, we love to climb mountains or build mountains to climb.  And we love to fill our time with gadgets and gizmos, making the pursuit of happiness mistakenly aligned with the pursuit of money – but I’m pretty confident no one gets to the end of the line only to sigh with regret over not having purchased enough stuff…  No, it’s the things you allowed yourself to put off, to ignore, to molder on an internal shelf of regrets that haunt you, and it’s the things you did, the dreams you realized, the love you shared, that offer up a cool antidote 

I suppose none of you are disagreeing with me – it’s hardly an incendiary argument.  But I’m not writing to you in the hopes of causing a revelation.  Rather, I am exploring the possibility that sometimes we need a little nudge to remind us to take a breath and live it up…  To boldly step forward into the place where you hold your passions and dance.

Because I promise you, it’s a dance you’ll never forget. 

And when you’ve gotten to that dusty place of old age and disuse, you will not cry over a life unrealized, but smile at the sunset with eyes content, soul soaring, and a heart full with the knowledge that Win, or Fail, you played the hell out of this game!

Round and round…

In Essays, The Daily Drool on May 10, 2009 at 12:12 am

He didn’t seem the type to run me ragged, but at the end of the day I have to say my tongue was hangng out and my feet were tired.  All that energy poured into something that never went anywhere… who said working out at the gym was going to be  fun?

Always game for a new thing (and feeling a little guilty over the Tiffany-shaped impression in the leather-backed chair residing in front of my computer) I agreed… thinking to myself “Sure, a little workout would be nice”  But I didn’t think I was in for a marathon!

Where, praytell, is the joy in running on a device that goes nowhere?  How does one find pleasure in sweating beneath an air conditioning duct next to other sweaty human beasts wathing Oprah on the big screen and listening to the latest beat on their ipods?  Why did I pull on my Nikes and head here?

Because he’s got a nice smile and I was feeling lazy.

But wow, what a lesson (as I drag my stiff legs up to my chin and groan with every twinge) I don’t like turning my body over to machines.  I don’t like running in place.  Heck, I don’t like to run period.  I mean, I’m not inexperienced with the gym routine, but spending that much time running in place, not going anywhere, was excrutiating for my on-the-go mentality.

So next time?  Next time I will gently suggest a hike, or a swim, or a friendly game of tag… anything but the florescent, disinfectant, work-out hubs of the mildly suburban, overly metropolitan elite.