Health and Wellness

Daily Dose of Hate – Money

Don’t ask me why I am reading I will teach you to be rich, I can’t answer that question anymore than I could have answered it when I was reading Hello Dollar.  Maybe I can answer it.  Now that I think about it.  I think I am reading it (and read Hello Dollar before it) because it’s almost normal to do so and I have hope that I won’t always hate thinking about money, talking about money, moving money around and spending money.  Being rich is not my thing, paying my bills is my thing and that’s pretty much where I draw the line.  If I’ve got more money around than that, then I give it away. 

Where was I?  Oh yea I was here and trying to come up with things I hate spending money on – like a normal person.  The answer everything is not normal, right?  So I read the post and the comments and then the follow up post and comments.  And I saved both as new and released them and went back and grabbed them and saved them as new and then released them again.  See, even reading blogs about money makes me more nuts than I already am!  What do I hate spending money on?  Here’s my list, and it’s making me nervous to even begin to type it.  Not as nervous as that 101 things list but close….

1) Healthcare.  After 41 years of not paying for healthcare, of never paying for a prescription and of buying over the counter medications only rarely, I still can’t get use to paying for healthcare.  Either the insurance payments or the copays.  Michelle and Chris’s copays I pretty much have gotten use to but my own and TW’s – those make no sense.  I am always surprised by something that either is or isn’t covered and in my head any RX copay should be $9, that’s the Tricare way and I’m finally use to that.  Avmed and Blue Cross should both follow along, it’s the only thing Tricare seems to do right.

2) "Well Car Check-ups".  These make absolutely no sense to me at all.  I hate them, hate spending money on them and have finally, after the last one, refused to ever participate in them again.  Ever.  For any reason.

3) Parking.  I hate paying for parking whether it is a parking meter or a parking garage or airport parking or a field across from a concert. 

4) Service charges when buying tickets or services online.  $3.95 service charge at Gatorfood.  $7.50 at Ticketmaster.  $2 at  Fandango.  Blah. 

And there you go.  My list.  Kind of boring.  I could have talked about how I hate spending money on food and stuff like that but that would scare you, some of you more than others but still probably not a good to scare you for no good reason, right?

What’s on your list?  Weird stuff like food or normal stuff like parking?

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Daily Dose of Health – Review

It’s time for a little review, folks.  Feel free to share this with your dumber family members and friends.  Like if you have a brother who is 38 and hard headed and married to a really very nice woman who may not always make really good decisions, that’s a good person to share this review with.  Right now.  Before it’s too late.

If you’re playing hockey and it’s the 1st period and you start feeling these things:

  • Shortness of breath
  • Tightness in the chest
  • Really tired and weak arms
  • Blurred Vision
  • Racing heart
  • You should leave the game immediately, not in the 2nd period when you collapse.  You should go to the emergency room immediately.  Got that?  Go. To. The. Emergency. Room.  If it’s your husband who is 38 and in pretty decent health and not a hypochondriac who loves hockey more than, well, more than anything and he leaves the game in the second period because he has shortness of breath, tightness in the chest, really tired and weak arms, blurred vision and racing heart… Take. Him. To. The. Emergency. Room. Right. Now.  Do not suggest he go home because the ER wait will be long and he can just see his doctor in the morning.

    Got that?  Make sense?

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    Daily Dose of Death – Bodies – Museums

    I guess you know that we went to Tampa last weekend, right?  I didn’t forget to mention it?  Oh good.  It wasn’t all late nights in bars with a lot of dykes and cool stuff like that, it was educational too.  (Not that late nights in bars with a lot of dykes isn’t educational, because it definitely is.  Michelle always learns a lot about how NOT to behave, about why it’s NOT good to get falling down drunk and then there are all of the lessons you can learn by visiting bathrooms with drunk people – those are serious educational moments, important to every teenage girl’s growth and development)  Where was I?  Oh yea, educational.  Right.  OK fine, I cannot tell a lie.  The trip wasn’t about education at all.  It was pure selfishness on my part.  Any lessons learned or knowledge absorbed was purely accidental. 

    The trip to MOSI was for me.  Not for Michelle.  Surely not for TW, she’s been there before.  Seeing the Bodies exhibit was for me.  Because I want to be plastinated or plasticized or whatever the process is called when I die.  I do.  I’m not kidding.  I never joke about death.  OK fine, I do joke about death but in this case I’m not joking.

    We read Stiff last year and it was then that I decided that this was what I wanted to do, or have done, after I die.  No cremation, I want to donate my body to a plastination exhibit.  There’s a problem though, according to the Stiff book, when you donate your body you don’t always get to decide how it’s actually used.  So I have to figure out how to make sure that I’m not donated to a forensic school and left out in a field somewhere.  (the little kids found this idea fascinating over the summer – because I made the mistake of telling them about dead bodies and flatulence and stuff but it’s not my idea of a good time so no – that is not what I want to happen to my body when I’m dead)

    OK so now that you know WHY we went to MOSI to see Bodies, I’ll tell you about the actual exhibit. 

    It was cool.  Smaller than I expected but cool.  As I expected, by the second room Michelle was feeling "ill".  Hypochondria is alive and well.  Though I suspect there are a lot of people who begin to feel ill or at least feel their "bodies" a little bit more while at that exhibit.  She really didn’t like the blood room aka the circulatory system room.  I, however, thought that was pretty cool.  I have a thing for blood though. 

    Here are some things that bugged me about the exhibit.  First, lack of female bodies.  Do women not donate their bodies to this?  Is it not done, for some reason?  The bodies were overwhelmingly male.  Next issue, almost all of the bodies had black lungs.  Does this mean that the only reason people die is because they have lung cancer and/or are smokers?  By the 5th black lunged body I was feeling like I was in some stop smoking organization’s propaganda website.  Weird.

    And somehow Michelle and I missed the plasticized fetus room, I blame a weird woman who decided to tell everyone that her urethra is smaller than the normal urethra – at first I thought she was talking about her clitoris but no, it was her urethra and I got distracted.  I should have gone back inside to see it but by the time TW informed me that I’d missed it, we were upstairs and pining away for the bicycle high wire thing and it felt like too much work to go back down and explain my predicament to the weird guy (who reminded me of Kirk on GG) so I could go back in.   Oh well, another time maybe.

    Now about the woman with the smaller than normal urethra – what is it about that exhibit that made people feel like they needed to share their health history with everyone in the room?  Or the health history of their great aunt ____ who had ____ and this is what it must have looked like? 

    What was also a little scarey were people who don’t have any idea about anatomy or how things work.  People in awe that the stomach was that small or the intestines that large.  Or the fallopian tubes, 50 year old men and women should both know what the fallopian tubes do.  You people scare me! 

    The best best best question I heard while in the exhibit was from a child, probably around 7 or 8.  "Mama, why aren’t there any children?"  The look on mom’s face as she tried to come up with an answer was good.  I wish I knew what she said.  I hope she gave her a good answer.  Not an "I don’t know" or "They don’t do that to kids" or "Kids don’t die" sort of answer.  A real answer.  The kid deserved it.

    Oh and to the woman in the wheelchair who pushed her way through the folks enjoying various displays, your disability does not give you the right to be rude.  Nobody barred your way, nobody pushed past you to get to the exhibit first – they were there before you and when they moved to the next one it would have been YOUR turn.  Quit it.  That behavior is unnecessary and not appreciated.

    Cool exhibit.  Knowledge was gained, totally on accident of course.  And now Michelle has a real idea about what will happen to dear old mom when she’s dead.

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    Daily Dose of Diet – Size Matters

    Diet! Diet! Exercise! Diet! DIET! I can’t tell you how often I hear those words or say those words everyday. Well I could but then you’d want to kill me. We spend an awful lot of time thinking about diets, going on diets, going off diets, complaining about exercise and worrying about what our diets are (or aren’t) doing for our bodies.



    Do you think it might be time to stop worrying so much about diet, diet, diet and worry more about overall health? Do you think it might be time to give our bodies a break and start appreciating them for what they DO look like rather than what society has convinced us they SHOULD look like?



    Alas, a Blog launched the first Big Fat Carnival last week (the next one isn’t scheduled til April, darn it). There are some terrific size acceptance links in the Carnival. Go read! Ponder the message! Consider your own body, your feelings about other bodies. Does size matter?



    After you’ve surfed the carnival – stop by Fat Chicks Rule and be sure to consider Lara’s entry from February 13, Soon they’ll be saying a little anorexia is ok:

    Moderately heavy models may actually lower women’s self-esteem

    The most annoying part was near the end with the claim “These results shed light on why magazines featuring only plus-sized models don’t have the success of the magazine that feature slim models: “…campaigns featuring moderately heavy ‘real women’ might not be as inspirational (or effective) as expected,” conclude Smeesters and Mandel.”

    Interesting, eh? Women often scream for advertising that includes “real women” but is that really what we want? Does size matter?

    **Cross Posted @ Blogher**


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    Daily Dose of Vaginas – VDay

    Last night’s performance of the Vagina Monologues was pretty ok.  Not the best I’ve seen but not bad at all.  There were some pretty good moments and some not so good moments which is as it should be, right?

    Not so good moment #1, it was freezing.  Never attend a small performance in a very large and what appeared to be unheated bar in winter, even if it is in Florida.  Especially if the seats are those flip fold metal chairs.  We literally froze our butts off.  I should have let TW go to the car to get the travel blanket, silly me I thought it would warm up.  It didn’t.

    Not so good moment #2, the tshirts were less than spectacular according to Michelle.  White is really not her "color" and the plain green or plain grey colored tshirts weren’t much better for her.  I thought they were fine but do agree they could have used a bit more "something". 

    Not so good moment #3, we had to control laughter during My Vagina was My Village.  That has never happened before and I hope to (insert deity here) it never happens again.  That little monologue should not ever incite laughter, not even in TW and NEVER in me.  But last night, it did.  I thought having two women perform it was a fine idea but it didn’t work because those two women either didn’t quite grasp the idea (which I doubt) or couldn’t carry it off so they went for something else entirely.  That something else didn’t work.  At all.

    Not so good moment #4, Reclaiming Cunt didn’t work for me. 

    Not so good moment #5, Little Coochi Snorcher also didn’t work for me.  Which is my fault.  I’ve seen the show too many times.  I’ve seen this monologue done so well that I just have really high expectations.  It’s a hard monologue for anyone and last night a woman who is not a professional actress performed.  A woman who is in the shelter system.  I give this woman props for doing this monologue (oh along with a TG woman – splitting it up for two people was also a problem for me) but from a performance standpoint, it didn’t work.

    Not so good moment #6 was really a pretty good moment, it was disconcerting that the woman who did The Flood (one of my personal favorite monologues – and no I don’t have dreams about Burt Reynolds, well not anymore) reminded me of the small children’s kindergarten teacher. 
    Now onto the good parts…

    Pretty good #1, Disconcerting or not, Mrs S she did a fine job on The Flood.  She didn’t push the NY/Jersey accent thing, which was good because that’s not an easy accent to do.  She just did it, as an older woman, and it worked very well.   She also did a pretty decent job on I Was There  in the Room.  I’ve got no complaints with that one either.

    Pretty good #2, very nice job on The Vagina Workshop.  Accent and all.  I’m picky about accents and generally prefer people NOT do them if they aren’t really good at them.  I like this monologue a lot but not when done with a bad accent.  This one – good accent, good performer, good monologue.

    Pretty good #3, choosing the right woman to represent the Angry Vagina is very very important.  Even if the woman chosen giggles her way through it, (you can giggle and express anger at the same time folks), it can work with the right performer.  Last night, right performer was chosen.  Nicely done.

    Pretty good #4, we’ve never seen the Trans monologue (They Beat the Girl Out of My Boy…)  in person.  The three TG women who performed it did a nice job with it, I think.  Three very different women, together, it worked for me.  (Charles said this was his favorite monologue which made me and TW laugh but I suppose I can see why that would be the case)

    Pretty good #5, Michelle’s new favorite monologue is My Short Skirt.  The young woman who performed it troubled me because she’s either a really good actress (which could be) or she’s got a history.  She was weepy during a couple of the monologues she was not performing and when she did hers, it felt pretty real to me.  (Which reminds me – Not So Happy Vagina Fact of the night – Gainesville has twice the number of rapes as the national average.  Twice. The. Number.)

    Pretty good #6, Bob.  I like Bob, non-descript as he may be.  I often dislike the performances given of Bob, aka, Because He Liked to Look.  Some woman just don’t get it.  Maybe they’ve not yet found someone who liked to look?  Last night’s performance went well.  Interestingly, Michelle hates this monologue.  Not because she is uncomfortable with the idea that someone might like to look – she dislikes it because sending the message that women need someone else to appreciate their vaginas before they can appreciate them is wrong.

    Pretty good #7,  Hair.  This is another one that I either love or hate, generally.  Last night, I didn’t love or hate it.  Love the performer.  Wish she’d slowed down a little.  Let it sink in a little.  The timing seemed just a little too off for me to love it.  But I didn’t hate it either, which is good.

    Pretty good #8, Moans.  Again, choosing the right woman to perform is very important.  That happened last night.  Young girl, shaved head, a lot of enthusiasm for her subject.  She wandered the stage, she improvised (sometimes badly but her enthusiasm and excitement made it ok), and she had fun.  I liked it a lot, not because it was smoothly orchestrated like the professional performances and not because it was unusual in its presentation but because this young woman obviously enjoyed making her cast moan.  She obviously enjoyed the topic.  She obviously enjoyed herself.  Very important for vaginas and moaning.

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    Daily Dose of Health – Women – Heart Disease

    On February 3, 2006 people all over the country will be dressed in red to support the campaign to reduce the risk of heart disease in women.  (I’m thinking about turning my blog template red, care to join me for the day?)

    Visit the Go Red for Women website to learn about local events, shop the go red store and find information about the #1 killer of women, heart disease.

    On the morning radio show I heard a college professor, about my age, describe her heart attack almost a year ago.  She was a professor of dance, she had no history of health problems, no risk factors and no heart disease in her family.  Yet she had a heart attack.  She did not have any of the signs you generally think of when you think about heart disease.  Instead she felt sick to her stomach, she had severe pain in the middle of her back and her arms were weak, like noodles.  That’s it.  No chest pain, no shortness of breath, no pain in one arm.

    You may think it can’t happen to you, but you would be wrong.  My old friend Milindoe found out she had a mild heart attack years ago, and she never even knew:

    About 6 or 7 years ago, I had an ecocardiogram (ECG) done and it was found that, at some point in my life, I’d had some sort of cardiac "episode" that caused some slight scarring around the heart. A mild heart attack, and I never knew it. Scary, isn’t it?

    Laura’s life has been touched by this, too.

    Last night, he told me a dear friend (and his boss) was going to have heart bypass surgery today. She is in her early 50s. Cathy and her husband, Joe, are very dear to us. Their office is a lot like family so Bill and the rest of the staff are understandably worried. I sat with Joe and his kids this morning in the hospital as Cathy underwent quadruple bypass surgery.

    Zuzu on of the new Feministe bloggers shares this comment to Jilly’s post asking "What’s Your Biggest Health Concern".

    When my mother had her heart attack, she didn’t even recognize that that was what it was, because the symptoms didn’t fit the “classic” model — shooting pains in the left arm and whatnot — which is derived from studies of men.
    As a result, she didn’t seek medical help for three days, because she thought she just had the flu. She’d probably be alive today if she knew what the common symptoms in women were.

    Dr Helen talks about her three month check up, linking to her post about her heart attack, at the age of 37.

    Join the Go Red For Women campaign. Spread the word, spread the education.

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    Daily Dose of Search – Vomit

    I always find it amusing to see other bloggers talk about the search phrases that are used to find their blogs and am pretty amused when I check mine.  I’ll even admit that I’m so amused that I check mine at least three times a day!  It isn’t about the number of visitors for me, it’s about the creative fashion in which they arrived here.  Some of the visits make sense – things like Denise, Melissa Ferrick and Sudacare Shower Soothers.  But blue vomit?  Who in their right mind searches for the phrase blue vomit? (whoever you are, if you are still searching, could you let me know why you are searching for this?)   And who knew that I’d be number seven on the Netscape search results for that phrase.  As far as I know, TW (the Queen of Vomit), Michelle (the Lady of the Court of Vomit), and E (the Princess of Vomit) have not vomited blue.  But apparently when I said " just out of the blue vomit" that was enough to get me the number three ranking!

    What’s even more interesting is that there is a Rate My Vomit site which, you guessed it, encourages visitors to rank barf pictures.  DO NOT CLICK IF YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE SERIOUS BARF PHOTOS!!!  Even better, there’s a Barf Blog! Unfortunately, it isn’t really a blog (or maybe that’s fortunately – your call).  It’s a link to a Canadian Food Safety Network forum.  Someone ought to tell those Canadians that forums are not blogs. 

    I bet nobody comes to your site in search of vomit, much less blue vomit, do they?  I’m special. 

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    Daily Dose of Health – BlogHer

    BlogHer has landed!  That’s right folks, the coolest network of women has launched.   This is one of the best things I’ve had the honor of being involved in – EVER.  Involved in?  Yes that’s right, I am not just attending the BlogHer Con, I. AM. INVOLVED! 

    Yours truly has the honor and privilege of being one of three contributing editors for the BlogHer Health & Wellness topic.  Go me!  And go mipmup and Amanda too.

    I hope you’ll stop by the BlogHer network and click into the blogs and the blogrolls.  And women bloggers, yea you, please add your blog to the blogher blogroll.  The more women we have visible the less likely we’ll be to hear the dumb phrase "where are the women bloggers"!  . 

    If you know of a great health & wellness blog written by a woman please bring it to my attention, I’d be happy to visit and give her blog a mention in my BlogHer blog.

    Gosh I’m lucky – I guess that Tarot Card on Saturday was right, wasn’t it?

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    Daily Dose of Choice – Women

    The first time I went to a "women’s health clinic" I was 15.  I went with my mom.  In the waiting room there were just a few other women.  All quiet but then the ice broke and the talking began.  A well-dressed, well-jewelled woman older than my mom who had a grandchild and could NOT have a baby at this point in her life.  A college student who didn’t want to talk about what got her there, she was just happy to BE there.  A young mom who had lost her job, gotten a new one but had no insurance and was out of birth control pills.  The clinic was going to give her pills to see her through and a free visit with a doctor.  A teen girl and what appeared to be her boyfriend came in.  The boy whispered something.  The girl said no, stay, please.  He said loudly – I’ll be in the car.  And he was gone.

    A few years later, I visited another "women’s clinic".  Busier.  More multi-cultural.  Louder.  No men.  Some children in tow.  The normal hospital waiting room feel – except for the lack of men.

    10 years later I visited a Planned Parenthood Clinic for the first time with a friend and her teen daughter.  Angry mob outside.  My friends daughter angrily said "I bet at least one of those people has a son who doesn’t understand the word "NO".   Only one man in the waiting room at this very crowded and clinic.  One.  Granola and crunchy looking.  Birkenstocks when Birkies were only popular in California and Oregon.  No woman partner in site.  I still sometimes wonder who he was and what he was doing there.  That sole man in my experience with "women’s clinics".

    I’ve delivered three babies.  I’m 43 years old , do you know how many ob- gyn visits that makes?  Military hospitals, civilian hospitals (as we military folks call you non-military folks) and the only time I ever saw men in the waiting rooms was for a cancer appointment, a "first appointment"  visit in a pregnancy, an ultrasound visit, or a "my wife is ready to get this thing OUT of her, help me!" visit. 

    This isn’t about men.  This isn’t about families.  It isn’t about children.  It’s about women.  It’s about women having control over their lives and their bodies and their choices. 


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