Friday, April 30, 2010

How My Girl is “Giving Back”

 

By now, you’ve all heard me get the word out about Anya and Rhiannon and their money raised for Feeding America.

Here’s the letter that just went out today from Second Harvest OC.

I pick the girls up after school for our private tour of their warehouse facility and so the girls can deliver their donation (actually around $80 bucks) in person.

Dear Friend,


After watching the recent Feeding America segment on American Idol's "Idol Gives Back" episode, a couple of local entrepreneurs were inspired to take action.  Ten-year-old Anya and her friend Rhiannon from Dana Point, California decided to raise funds the old-fashioned way - by setting up a lemonade stand.

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The girls made a huge sign that reads "Raising money for FEEDING AMERICA" and recruited Anya's little four-year old brother, Lukas to provide the "cute" factor. Talk about savvy marketing skills! 


In just two days, Anya and Rhiannon raised over $60 to help feed the hungry. Here at Second Harvest, $60 translates into 120 meals - that's 3 meals a day for a family of four for 10 days!


How can you take action?  First up is the mail carriers' Stamp Out Hunger food drive on May 8.  See below for how easy it is to participate.
And please keep reading for more easy ways you can get involved in the fight against hunger right here in Orange County!


Thank you for your support.
Sincerely,

Second Harvest Food Bank of Orange County

To donate to the Second Harvest Food Bank of Orange County, please click here.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Are you listening to POE yet?

 

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Quick post about music.

When I write, I listen to music.

My personal muse is Poe. (Confession: I kind of listen to her all the time.)

Many of you have probably never heard of her. Well, in a word, she is sick (as my four-year-old so eloquently says) and you will love her.

I have reviewed her album (yes, dammit, they are called ALBUMS, you young whippersnappers. A CD or MP3 is simply the product on which the music itself is embedded so get over yourselves trying to be all hip and young) “Haunted” here on my blog previously, as well on my blogcritics page. I won’t go into it here. Except to say it totally rocks and you must purchase it now in whatever hip, cool format you choose.

The entire album is fabulous, though if you wanted to listen to selected tracks I would recommend these…my favorite tracks (in no particular order) are:

  • Amazing (probably my absolute favorite)
  • Control (empowering—great for any woman going through a break-up or who has been abused)
  • Haunted
  • Hey Pretty (“got a siren on my tail and it ain’t the fine I’m looking for)
  • Wild
  • 5&1/2 Minute Hallway (quite Beatlesque)

Fun fact: this album was released back in 1999-2000 on the same day as her brother Mark Z. Danielewski’s book House of Leaves and several of his chapters and her song titles match.

I love the synchronicity of that.

You can follow Poe on facebook and Twitter @Poe. She doesn’t communicate directly with you, but has a cool chick named Trigger that keeps you updated on her goings-on.

I’m that much of a geek that I’m a member of her “official” music network so if you want to geek out to her also, click on the red icon on the upper left of my blog and you can join her ning site. They have updates, pics, and forums which I check out occasionally.

Poe has been in contract hell for many years and has not released a new album since “Haunted.” Which sucks. If you watch the TLC or Food Network, you may have heard her music. She has been performing in and around LA lately for some charitable causes.

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Go to itunes or her ning site to listen and or purchase Poe.

Thank me later.

 

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Monday, April 26, 2010

Botox—How “REAL” OC Housewives use it

 

It may not shock you to know that I have tried Botox, given my geographical location and all. What may surprise you is that I don’t do it for cosmetic purposes. In fact, it doesn’t go in my forehead or frown lines or crow’s feet. It actually doesn’t go anywhere on my face at all. I don’t even go to a dermatologist or plastic surgeon to get it injected.skd238355sdc

Stumped? Well, you shouldn’t be. Because if you are one of the 30 million women in the U.S. alone that suffers from migraine headaches, then perhaps you understand why I get the toxin at all.

Scientists believe Botox works by blocking the protein that carries the message of pain to the brain, although they are not entirely sure if this is the case. This mechanism of action is completely different than how the drug works when a physician injects it into muscles, such as an overactive neck spasm or a facial frown or wrinkle, where it blocks the nerve impulse to the muscle. How Botox works to relieve migraines is actually kind of a mystery.

All I know is that it works.

I twittered about it last week after I got my injections (about thirty in all) on Friday and I have received numerous requests for more information. I’m happy to share my story and hope it will help others.

First off, you have to get over your fear that you are injecting a toxin that can kill you into your body. Yea, it’s scary and all. Blah blah blah. I guarantee you’ve probably been through worse in your life.

The chances of the Botox getting into your bloodstream is nil AT THESE DOSES so get over yourself. In fact, it is extremely rare that the Botox would spread away from the injection site when used for migraine purposes, contrary to reports you may have heard on Oprah (the ultimate resource for correct information) or in the Enquirer. So chill the hell out. (The cases that made the news were primarily in Cerebral Palsy patients at much, much higher doses and injected intramuscularly.)

The amount they use is so tiny and they inject it right under the skin (temples and temporal muscles—by your ears) with such small needles that the Botox stays in the small area where it is meant to work. *If you get your headaches across your forehead, you will get injected there and get the cosmetic benefit there as well. Nice. I just happen not to.

See, the whole point of getting Botox is to paralyze or stop a muscle from working, or feeling pain. That’s why movie stars and “ladies who lunch” love it so much—no more crow’s feet, no more frown lines, and for me, no more headaches.

Well, kind of.

See, I can still FEEL that I’m having the headache. I get the light sensitivity, nausea, stomach upset, and tight muscles. I even still feel the pressure in my head. But I don’t feel the horrible, throbbing pain. I don’t have to lie down for hours. I can function.

And that, my friends, is a godsend.

Oh, about the needles. Yea, that sucks. I hate needles. Who doesn’t, right? Most docs now that inject Botox (and trust me, I was a pharma rep for 15 years—my advice is to go to a highly-respected neurologist who does this A LOT) use little, bitty needles that hardly hurt at all. Well, I mean it hurts, but not like flu-shot hurt.

However, when it comes to injecting into my shoulder and sub-occipital area (lower head in the back) where I get chronic spasms from something lovely called cervical dystonia (a condition where I have chronic neck spasms due to a past injury—damn pharma samples used to come in glass bottles. We’re going WAY back here), they have to use a realllllly long needle to inject the Botox deep into those muscles. My doctor uses a cool little machine when injecting these needles into the muscles called an EMG(Electromyography), which measures the conductivity of the muscle as he’s injecting. A great tool in helping him know that we’ve hit the right muscle. 

Dystonia (also called torticollis) happens to be an approved indication for Botox, so if you have this accompanying neck tightness or spasm also, it should be covered by your insurance company.

Unless you live in California and have MY insurance, Anthem Blue Cross PPO. Without going in to all the gory details, my lovely insurance company has denied any and all claims for approving Botox, whether or not it’s for migraines (still an unapproved indication although some insurance companies WILL cover it due to the cost vs. effect ratio as well as the plethora of evidence that der, it WORKS) or the actual approved indication, dystonia. This is, of course, totally against state guidelines and there is a class-action suit currently underway against them for denying claims for approved indications. Somehow, a few claims have been approved. (Some for .98 cents. Don’t even get me started. I pay for some of it. My doc takes a write off on some of it. Just FYI: his office manager Ann-Marie speaks to offices all over the country on how to get Botox covered. Yea, they’re that good.)

That said, my neurologist, Kenneth Martinez, M.D., has been extraordinary in helping me get these migraines under control. What makes him different than other neuros are a few things: a) he’s the first physician to prescribe estrogen for me. It’s a low-dose patch and it’s made a WORLD of difference. b) he has me take a low dose of Periactin, an old-school anti-histamine that’s been found to have preventive effects on migraines—I don’t know how; and c) he holds Botox Clinics every three months like clockwork for his migraine patients. Botox wears off after three-four months; it also has a cumulative effect on your muscles and nerves—so by injecting regularly you are “training” these areas, if you will. Sounds science-geeky to me but I’m here to tell you that it’s way more effective when I don’t skip a clinic.

I’m 46 now. I’ve had migraines since my mid-20s. As a former pharma rep (I quit in 2004) and trainer, I am probably more informed than most people in that not only did I call on neurologists (and physicians in general), but I also know how drugs work and how insurance companies work.

I hold no illusions that this makes me smarter than you. I also don’t think this makes me a doctor (thank God). However, I do know what makes a smart, informed doctor when it comes to migraines. (Look for someone who specializes in migraines; who has published papers on migraines; who doesn’t shy away from using hormones or Botox; who is young—older docs tend to stick with older, less effective ; who goes to conferences; who doesn’t prescribe opiates regularly, and who talks to reps. In my experience, those docs that never talk to reps are not open to new information. Just my opinion.)

I went to A LOT of neuros over the years and I’ve tried A LOT of different therapies, both drug and non-drug (acupuncture, biofeedback massage, Reiki), eastern therapy (herbs, teas) and western therapy (physical therapy, Pilates, weights, epidural injections). I spent a lot of money. I know now what works for me—and clearly, what doesn’t.

Here is my personal regimen. If it helps you or is something you want to talk with your doctor about, great. If you have questions for me, fine. Ask away.

This is my prophylactic (oh, grow up), a.k.a. preventative, regimen:

  • Botox injections, every three months
  • Topamax, twice a day -- Rx
  • Metanx (Vit B combo), twice a day –- Rx
  • Climara Estradiol Patch, once weekly –- Rx
  • Periactin (anti-histamine) @ bedtime -- Rx
  • Petadolex (Butterbur), twice a day –- OTC
  • CoQ10 (decreases inflammation)–- OTC
  • OsCal-D (Calcium + Vit D) -- OTC
  • Advil or Aleve, no more than 3 X/day, 3 days prior to my period –- OTC

Okay. Now, if I GET a migraine, which I still do, but nowhere to the horrible, debilitating degree at which I used to, here’s what I do:

  • Relpax (a triptan) –- Rx
  • Skelaxin (muscle relaxer) –- Rx {a newer class of muscle relaxers that doesn’t make you as loopy as the older ones like Soma or Flexeril}
  • Advil or Aleve as needed, sparingly, so as not to initiate a rebound cycle.*

*A word about rebound cycles. If you are self-medicating with Excedrin Migraine, Tylenol, Advil, or an opiate like Vicodin or Fiorinal thinking “I don’t have migraines. I just have the occasional headache.” Get real. You are putting yourself in a rebound cycle. You keep getting headaches because you keep taking headache medications. You cannot end this cycle by simply stopping the meds cold turkey. I guarantee you the pain will be stronger than your willpower. I know. I’ve been there. Get help.

A word about opiates. If your family physician (or god forbid, neurologist) is writing these drugs for you to “control” your migraines, RUN. You are setting yourself up for an unnecessary lifelong addiction to painkillers, if you don’t already have one. I have taken these meds for my headaches and I’m here to tell you, the more you take, the more you need them. If you’re taking them now, you are nodding your head as you read this. My regimen above is the only accepted regimen for migraines and opiates have no place in there. Look it up yourself.

I realize my statement above will scare some people. Particularly if they are addicted to painkillers for their migraines. Oh well.

Finally, I cut out sugar, dairy, and red wine from my diet. (Nobody touches my vodka though I have to limit myself to only one occasional dirty martini. Yum.) I limit myself to one precious cup of coffee per day--and it’s a big cup. I take lots of walks since I live by the ocean and now have a new puppy. Yay me. I’m just getting back into thinking about doing Pilates and Yoga. Hehe.

So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. The Botox takes about about a week or so to kick in, sometimes sooner. I wish sooner, since I’ve had a headache all day writing this.

Bummer.

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Monday, April 19, 2010

School Day Disease

Apparently, my ten-year-old daughter thinks she is  dying of some unknown disease that only she has and is yet to diagnose but that really exists and is painful but that only occurs between the hours of 8AM and 3PM.


On school days.


You can imagine how upset she is that we don't believe her.


This all seemed to start about one month ago when she had a real illness--a sinus/ear infection that we treated with antibiotics. She was so relieved to actually have something real--a tangible bacteria--that she practically jumped for joy in the pediatrician’s office when the doctor told her that she was indeed sick and had to stay home from school for a few days with a valid excuse written on actual paper.


However, once those few days of blessed R & R were up, she went into mourning for those blissful days of chicken soup gone by.

Combine this illness with my accidentally sleeping through pickup due to getting a pain shot (see “Late for Pick-up, aka The End of the World” here) and she’s all about the mama drama in the mornings. And, well, the evenings, too. Well, I’ll get to that.


It's not that I don't love my little peanut. I do. She's a little mush. Whenever I want a hug, kiss or snuggle, Anya is who I go to. She's smart, sweet, creative and fun. She's also a tween. If you are a parent of a tween, especially a tween girl, then you know. Moody, hormones, crying, mouthy--D, all of the above. And you know what? It's okay, I get it. I, unlike many parents I know *sniff*, remember that age clearly, and what a self-conscious, horrible time it was for me. I want to be there for her.

However. There ARE limits to even my patience. If you follow me you know that vodka helps. Just kidding. Not really. But when a typical morning starts with her hysteria that she’s worried I may die before pickup, even my patience has worn thin. Add to that the evening before running list of symptoms and heavy sighs…well, I’ve about had it.

We’ve talked with therapists, her teacher, the school counselor, etc. What it boils down to is this: Anya is worried that something horrible will happen to us and that she and her little brother Lukas will become orphans and have to live like Annie and sing for their supper and, worst of all, wear unfashionable clothing. She worries about her daddy and I every day, all day, even during class time. She cries at school, worrying, pondering our fate. No amount of reassurances--or text messaging (why did we ever get her a cell phone?)--seems to calm her fears. *Though I’d like to note here that she’s fine on playdates away from us, though we’ve yet to conquer sleepovers.

We have bought the books, she’s involved in sports, we have techniques to calm her, I’ve even changed her diet, and if you follow me on Twitter, you know about the new puppy. I’m not looking for advice here, though if you’d like to comment and share your experiences, I’d be glad to hear them. I have my own past anxieties to deal with that I don’t thrust upon her, so I feel I can fully appreciate her worries. Our goal is simply to get her to realize that she can’t control everything in her life and to calm the hell down. 

Heck, if I could control everything, she would be calm, her room would be clean, dinner would be made and the laundry would do itself.

Wait, that’s what they call delusion. If this keeps up, that might be where I’m headed.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Just Call Me Wimpy


(This is the fourth post in a series of my previous early work adventures at Longs Drugs back in the 80s in Sacramento, CA. Yea, that explains so much.)


My store manager, Jack, hired another pretty girl. Think he figured that if he kept hiring them, customers would come.


Nanette had brown, wavy hair and an athlete's body. As I recall, she played volleyball. Tall but not exceedingly so, and sturdy, not skinny. Healthy. She was in college like I was.

I always saw her eating McDonald's, Burger King, Carl's Jr., from all kinds of fast food joints. The common thread here wasn't that her food came from "fast food" places. No. The commonality here was that she always, always, always ate hamburgers. Every day. For the entire year she worked there.


Hamburgers.


Okay, I figured. I like hamburgers. That's cool. But this gets MUCH better.


One day, as we were having lunch together in the break room, I decided to ask her what she enjoyed so much about her hamburgers. Here's where it gets...interesting.


Nanette: Well, it's not so much that I enjoy them.


Me: Huh?


Nanette: It is just that it's all I ever eat.


Me: Like, ever? As in, literally?


Nanette: Yea.


Okay, now wait a gosh darn minute. My mind went into overdrive. Was it possible that I had before me a person that had never eaten some of life's most amazing piquant pleasures such as say, pizza? Nope. Spaghetti? Nope. Eggs? God, no. Chinese food? No way. (Clearly, she wasn't Jewish.) Hot dogs? Ewww. (Yea, I kind of agreed with her on that one--though covered in chili and cheese? Well, now that's a whole new post, isn't it? "Weiner Love" Hmmm...might have to work on that title. Anyway...) Tacos? Uh-uh. Steak?I mean, that's still beef, right? Nope. Fruits or Salads? Gro-sss.


The list went on.


Point is, this chick had only ever eaten hamburgers, plain, with a tiny bit of ketchup, her whole life.


It's okay. I'll give you a minute to process that.


Back now? So, how did she get to this point?


Nanette told me that growing up, she never liked anything spicy or that looked remotely "funny" or sloppy. Hamburgers always seemed safe. She would eat snack foods like potato chips or french fries to accompany her hamburgers. She figured the ketchup passed for her vegetable.


I asked if her parents insisted, like mine did (or most parents that I had ever known or heard of in my entire freakin' life) that she at least try new foods. She said they didn't. Her dad ate meat and potatoes every night and was perfectly okay with her doing that also.


And so the picture became much clearer.


Great. But the big question is--all together now--what about breakfast?


Yep. Hamburgers.


Did she have any health or nutritional concerns? Nope and fuck off.


So, that was Nanette. Of course, she became known as Wimpy around the store and she didn't seem to mind. Too much. It wasn't the first time she'd heard that one.


Besides, Nanette was a big girl. Call her Wimpy too many times and she'd kick your ass.


Between bites, of course.
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