Sunday, June 25, 2023

Turtle Pix

Chiro-sis Ruth & Rowan flew back from Scotland and I picked them up at the airport yesterday. I told her that Oly was now a "free-range" turtle and allowed to roam about the house. With the rain the last couple days, she didn't get her backyard walks. Here she is emerging from . . . somewhere this morning: 

Lady looks on with a wary eye.

She likes little nooks. Here she is parking herself like a Matchbox car: 

I let Lady lick out the coconut milk bag and  then this:
Don't worry--I didn't let her stay!

In Le Studio:

In the laundry room:

Playing with her reflection on the dryer:

Basking in the sun:

She's less and less fond of her makeshift plastic bin terrarium! But she still burrows down:


She churns against the side when she wants to come out, tho:

"I'm awake!  Lemme out!"

This is still the easiest way to feed her. She came with clear instructions about favourite fruit watermelon being handfed to her:


Going outside:

I really have to watch her because she can disappear and blend into the grass v. fast!

There she is:

Yoda Kitty sits below me when I'm "walking" the turtle:

View from backyard; Mama and her twins:

In non-turtley news, rainy day snoozes with Tabby Bobcat & Lady:

Lady spilling out of Tabby's bed:

All is well.  :-)

Sunday, May 28, 2023

Self-Esteem in My Commonplace Journal

This video popped up in my feed--new favourite song!  

And here are some pages I did for my Commonplace Journal:

LOVE this crowd shot:

Such a great line:
It's kinda a joyful, F-you song.
They took a page from Robert Smith's Fashion Book with the lipstick--and happy music with some edgy lyrics.  :-)

Monday, May 1, 2023

Migraine Haze

 This is not going to be a cheery post. I am not feeling very cheerful; the opposite, in fact.  I am feeling sorry for myself and I'm just going to accept that it is how I'm feeling right now. Not to be a Debbie Downer, but I have spent the last month in a constant migraine cycle. April was nothing but RAIN or impending rain or wind or shifting barometric pressure from high to low. One full day of sun, I think. I don't know. I am weary and worn out. 

I woke up thinking that having migraines is like being in an abusive relationship. But now I think it's more like having an abusive boss from the corporate office. I don't know when he'll show up to ruin my day, my plans, my life. I don't know how long he'll be there--just for the day or the whole week? Will he usurp my weekend?  I don't know how badly I'll be beaten up or if it will just be a low-grade stress and pressure while I'm just trying to get through my day. I don't know how long it will take to recover after he leaves. The only thing I know for sure is that he is always there in the background. Having migraines is like a fulltime job that I pay for and that I can't quit. And everything works around it: my home, my work, my relationships, my life. 

And so then I try to placate the "boss" to make him go away or better yet, prevent him from showing up. I bargain: maybe if I stop eating gluten-sugar-bacon. I should eat more greens and phytonutrients. I should be vegan. No, I should be raw vegan. 

No, you need an ancestral diet. Paleo is the way to go. 

Have you tried Keto? It's the new Paleo. 

Have you tried Carnivore? That's the true ancestral diet. 

I should stop drinking coffee because caffeine is bad. No, wait, caffeine is good because it helps to constrict the blood vessels in the head. It improves the efficacy of medications. No it's bad because it's a bean and has lectins!  Switch to tea--but not black tea, green tea. That's healthier.  No wait: NO tea!  Because: OXALATES!

I don't eat grains or legumes or nightshades or nuts or seeds--because: gluten, lectins, oxalates. I also don't eat ruminant animal products, including dairy, and my beloved BUTTER, because I have Alpha-Gal. 

I don't eat food dyes or additives, processed foods or artificial anything. Things labeled "natural" are also suspicious. I got called "racist" because I said I don't eat Chinese food because MSG gives me migraines. I also don't eat taco seasoning or fast food; none of which makes me racist or anti-American for that matter.  

  "MSG reactions are just a myth and it is safe to ingest." Thanks Dr. Random, prolly paid by the food industry. My occiput and body beg to differ.  Medical gaslighting, much?

I've been asked, "Have you tried __________?" 

  • Acupuncture? 
  • Yoga?
  • Pilates?
  • Exercise?
  • Meditation?
  • Reiki?
  • Balancing your chakras?
  • Affirmations?
  • Vision boards?
  • Vitamins?
  • Magnesium?
  • Electrolytes? 
  • Magnets?
  • Massage therapy?
  • Trigger point therapy?
  • Regular therapy? 
What's wrong with you?
There's nothing wrong with you.
You're just stressed. Stop being so stressed.
You're anxious.
You're depressed.
You're squirrely.

The judgey-ness from people who don't know me--and worse--WAY WORSE! People who do:
  • I'm ditsy.
  • I'm spacey.
  • I'm stupid.
  • I'm lazy.
  • I'm irresponsible.
  • I'm unreliable & undependable.
Accordingly, I should:
  • have more discipline.
  • have more willpower.
  • "build habits like a monk."  Yes. Direct quote
Thank you, Captain Toxic Positivity. I'll get right on that. As soon as the room stops spinning and I can walk again without running into door jams or tripping over my own feet. To quote a line from Sherlock:  

Is it nice not being me? It must be SO relaxing.

And so I apologize:
  • Sorry I cancelled ______.
  • Sorry I missed ______.
  • Sorry I can't go to the ________.
  • Sorry I'm a bit hazy, what did you say?
  • Sorry I don't remember. Yes, you just said it. Yes, I forget. Yes we talked about it yesterday/last week/whenever. No, I don't remember. Ask me when I can think.
  • Sorry I can't talk. Words are hard right now. 
  • Sorry, I'm yawning. It's me, not you. No really, it's a symptom in the prodrome phase of migraines.
  • Sorry I offended you. It really is a symptom and still not about you.
  • Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
And then my life is endless catch-up for all-the-things I missed or didn't do. But I can't do too much.  I can't overdo it or push myself beyond or I will get another migraine. So I pick The One Thing, the priority for the day or the week or the month. I make a list of things I can do during semi-functional times when I'm not knocked out and in bed. During a migraine, I can't do dishes because of the smells, the noises, the light reflecting on the chrome of the tap. Dishes are very confusing. So is laundry. So is anything that seems like it should be automatic that I've done all my life. 

And then there's the brain fog. Hence, the "ditzy-ness." Paperwork? Math? Forget it. I'm just trying to stay vertical and not throw up. 

I have to assess: Do I have the energy?  Because it's not time management, it's energy management. And it's not just that. On heavy days, my body literally feels heavy. My toothbrush is heavy. Imagine if your toothbrush weighed 30 lbs. Would you think twice about brushing your teeth? Walking feels like I'm wearing a lead suit, or a 50 lb. backpack full of rocks. Like they do in boot camp. Only there's no back pack and no rocks, just my body that is doing its best to move. 

But yeah, thanks for the advice to exercise. I'm also fat. Should I "eat less," too?  I don't know how much more "less" I can eat without becoming an air fern. 

The last time I wrote about migraines was in 2012 when I had hit another low. So much has changed since then, and so much has not. While I have a greater understanding of migraines, it hasn't changed the fact that I still have them.

Here is what I've boiled it down to in terms of causes & triggers:
  • I have a history of head & jaw injuries (structural).
  • Weather: sudden temperature changes, increase or decrease of barometric pressure, or windy days are a guarantee that I'm in migraine territory.
  • Bad dental work: caps not filed down enough that offset my jaw for years. 
  • Toxic mold exposure.
  • Multiple chemical sensitivities.
Apart from the Alpha-Gal diagnosis, nothing else shows up on a blood test. This has led more than one doctor to tell me that there's nothing wrong with me but "take these anti-depressants." I have declined. 

I've had 3 MRI's over the past 2 decades that say the same. My CT scan a few months ago was "unremarkable." 

Here's what I think about these "normal" tests:
  • They aren't measuring or gaging the right thing. 
  • Just because it doesn't show up on a test, doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Before blood tests and scans became the standard for treatment, doctors actually had to listen to their patients and pay attention to their symptoms. Tests weren't the sole provider of information.
  • The person reading them doesn't know what they're not seeing. "I see nothing wrong, therefore you're normal and healthy."
That last one is what now gives me hope. Dr. Kevin Smith is an ENT who has discovered a connection between migraines and having a deviated septum.  He routinely sees things in CT scans that others miss. I know from my most recent MRI, that I do, indeed, have a deviated septum. So I am guessing that he will see something that the radiologist missed. The radiologist is looking for tumors or fractures; not the miniscule artifacts or bone spurs that Dr. Smith knows to look for. 

So, I will conclude this on a less Debbie Downer, more Hopeful Hali note. Here's a video of Dr. Smith:

Here's a recent interview:

I especially appreciate what he says about the trigeminal nerve! Like I said, Hopeful Hali. :-)

This week in photos

The Bed Battle between Beagle & Bobcat:


We had a vet vizzie this week:

She was not happy:

A brief moment of sun:

This is actually from a coupla weeks ago. Sunrise:
Pretty glorious.  :-)


Thursday, April 13, 2023


Recycling day.  *Le SIGH*

Skin and bones and big eyes, Yoda-Kitty came with my new house. She was a tiny little tabby cat with a HUGE personality!  I was calling her Sweetie the first few weeks. My sister objected to that name as I use that generically for PEOPLE. She was visiting one day when I had the misfortune of referring to them both as Sweetie in the same sentence. "See?!  We can't BOTH be Sweetie!"   

So I dubbed her Yoda-Kitty, because she flattens her ears out whenever I pet her: 

Her full name is now Yoda-Kitty Princess Swishy Tail Adorable Sassy Sweetie-Pie. I could add in "Box-Chewer" and "Beagle Ambusher" but that doesn't sound as melodious. She likes to hide in boxes or around corners and leap out at beagle-girl Lady and Tabby Bobcat--who are NOT amused, but there is an uneasy truce between them. 

Yoda-Kitty chirps and meows and does the most gentle little biscuit-making moves while she purrs. When I installed my hutch onto the half-wall in my entry, she immediately usurped it as her lair. I put her bed and blanket up there, but she pulled her blanket out and s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d out along the whole shelf. Any plans I had to use any part of the shelf for real books were quickly abandoned!  She sits up there and looks over her domain and retires there for all her cat naps. 


Speaking of Lady and Tabby, they sleep down below:

Even tho Lady has 2 beds, when she came to stay with me, she usurped Tabby's bed, and it is a constant contest between the two of them! Here's Lady wedged in:

Silly girl!

Sunday, April 2, 2023

This Week in Photos

This was such a sweet surprise!  For the first time in 5 years, my Kafir Lilly bloomed:

This week I was chicken-sitting for some friends. They have some BEAUTIFUL redbud trees:

A coupla pix of Egg, one of the roosters:
On top of the hen coop.

At the end of the day when it's time to go in the coop for the night, I maneuver him on my arm and he "rides the elevator" to the coop.  

'member the Tree Shrugger post?  Here's the view of last night's sunset:

This handsome boy is Kingston, neighbor-friend-landlady Teresa's King Charles Cavelier:

A few pix of cats and dog, living together:

I have 3 beds in the parlour, and THIS is the bed both Lady & Tabby want:

Here's Lady spilling out:

All those beds, and she's on the recliner (Lean-back Chair!)

Meanwhile, here's Yoda-Kitty:

Happy cat, on my lap:
Purrrrrr . . . .