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Back pain cured! Without surgery

March 28, 2018

Or– How Technology is causing us pain

I spend a good share of my day sitting at my desk, so when I began to get pain in my lower back, I was not surprised. I added more stretch breaks, set a time so I would stand up more often, and I found myself frequently massaging my lower back, especially on my right side. The pain was increasing daily, and I came to the point where I needed to call my doctor.

I don’t like going to the doctor for every little thing, so I kept putting off the call. I just kept living with my pain, once in awhile taking an over-the-counter pain reliever. I asked for prayer at our church, but the pain continued to increase.

One day I was at work, in pain, sitting at my computer, when I absently reached down to massage my aching back. My hand touched my phone in my pocket and Aha!!! Why did I not realize sooner that my phone in my back pocket was causing me to sit in a way that was causing back pain? I had been doing this for months! At that moment, I removed my phone from my back pocket, my pain began to ease, and I saved money – no doctor, no surgery, no prescription pain meds.

This was about 8 months ago, and my lower back pain has never returned. Woo-hoo!

Not a She-Shed

February 19, 2018

I’m not calling my place a She-Shed.  I’m calling it Her Hideaway.

I’m not sorry

February 14, 2018

I have recently become aware of how often I say “I’m sorry” or just “sorry” when I am really not sorry. Then I began noticing how common this is among women, while I rarely hear a man telling me he is sorry.

I step into a doorway at the same time as someone else. I’m sorry. Another person and I come to the end of the aisle in the grocery store. I’m sorry. I get into an elevator and am closer than comfortable. I’m sorry. We both reach toward the button at the same time. I’m sorry. A friend didn’t get the job she was hoping to get. I’m sorry. Why? It’s not my fault.

No! I am not sorry that I exist near other people! I’m not sorry that two of us step near the same spot.

Now, if I bump into someone, I am from this day forward going to say, “excuse me.” If I am stepping too close to another person, I will either just smile or I’ll say, “Oops.” When something happens that is unpleasant, I will say, “I sympathize with you. I am going to do my best to only say “I’m sorry” if a family member has passed away.

Women, let us not say we are sorry 6-20 times each day! Have confidence! We have the right to exist and be among humans!

Zero is a lonely number 

September 13, 2016

In this day of global communication and the shrinking world due to Internet and social media, I am amazed to see the statistics on my blog posts, which I have just seen for the first time. So many have never – not ever – been read by even one person! Good thing all I have invested is my time.  I’m not sad about it though. 

Running uphill

April 8, 2016

Dream 1: I am at Ike and it’s 6:00 and I need to be at Davis to meet a teacher, right now.  I don’t have my car with me.  I get out of the building and start to run.  It is uphill all the way, like going up Grand hill in Vancouver. (In real life, it has a hill, but not that steep.)  I am running, and it’s a struggle.  I think of Jesse Owens (we just saw the movie “Race” yesterday) and how he just kept running, so I keep running.

I arrive at Davis nearly 45 minutes later.  The area is set up for a large banquet, and I see my friend, Rose, wearing a pretty yellow dress, holding the microphone and standing on the platform.  She is directing people, and I see that she is the guest speaker.  I call out her name, but a man lowers a large netting between me and the platform, so I can’t get to her.  She smiles and I try to get to where she is, but I can’t get through.

Dream 2:  I am in an office area at the Deaf school (which has been completely remodeled) and a lady asks me where I work.  I tell her I work at the school for the Deaf, then after she leaves, I begin to laugh.  I turn to the two ladies working at the desk, and tell them, “She asked where I work, and I said the Deaf school, but I haven’t worked here for 5 years!  I work for University of Washington now.”  Then I notice the two ladies are Carolyn B. and Julie L. from my grade school – high school days.  I ask them if they have been invited to the reunion, and they nod, and I say, “Of course you have.”

I need to get back over to the Blind school where my husband, mom and dad are waiting for me, so I go out the door.  The whole area is fenced, and I look for a way out.  I go to the left, knowing that my exit should be to the right, but I need to find a gate or opening.  I see a priest and a rabbi coming, carrying Easter eggs.  They go into a door to a new auditorium.  Then more people start to follow, including Gary S. carrying his grandchild, and I realize they are here for a community Easter egg hunt.  I begin to climb the grassy hill and go the other way, because I need to get out of here.  I see a large parking garage and notice the other end is open, so I can cut through there to get out.  Two little girls in pretty dresses start to follow me, so I direct them back the other way, asking, “Don’t you want to go to the Easter egg hunt?”  They get all excited and go back.

Inside the large parking garage, I find an album on the ground, a record album, and the cover is thick, as if it holds about 5 albums.  The cover is light blue with a small rectangle in the middle with a photo of a man with a beard, wearing a light blue hat, and he is looking directly at the camera.  The one word on the cover says “Nashem.”  I pick up the album and start to carry it with me, as I climb this hill and exit the garage, but guess what: I am inside another building.

I decide I don’t want the Nashem album, it’s not mine, so I leave it propped up on the floor.  I get this feeling I can never escape from this place; then I see that a side door is not quite latched, so I finally get out of there.

The sunlight is extremely bright after being inside the dark building, so I squint my eyes as I walk.  I climb the grassy hill until I reach an asphalt sidewalk that I know leads to a cross street, then I will be on Grand hill, not far from my turn to the Blind school.  It is so bright and the hill is so steep, and I think, ‘this is my second time climbing this hill today’ (referring to my previous dream).  Finally, with my eyes still mostly shut, I see shadows of cars, and I know I am approaching a parking lot.  I go between two shadows, and as I get to the cars, my head still down and eyes barely open, I am startled to see a face looking up at me!

“Ahhh!” I shout.  It is my dad, and he is lying on the ground, working on our car.  We begin to laugh and laugh.

I didn’t expect to see HIM here!  I know we will be laughing about this for a long time.

One day without sugar

March 23, 2016

Why is it so hard to avoid sugar? Even one day is full of sugar temptations. 

In the morning,sugary cereals fill the cupboard.  Sugar is on the counter for coffee. Cinnamon rolls have appeared by the microwave so I grab some cottage cheese for breakfast and escape from the house of sweets. 

I must avoid the break room at work where the fresh donuts radiate a tempting scent.  I dare not open the refrigerator which is well-stocked with soda pop.  I accidentally open my snack drawer in my office and quickly slam it as the emergency candy and granola bars are waiting for me. 

At lunch, I opt for hummus and pita bread- until I check the ingredients and discover they both contain sugar!  A friend mentions most boxed and canned food contains some form of sugar, so I select an apple and almonds. I’m almost afraid to eat anything!

At an afternoon meeting, I search for a pen in my purse and come across peppermint candies.  I close the purse and decide to not take notes. 

A quick spaghetti dinner is not possible because both the pasta and the three varieties of spaghetti sauce in the cupboard contain sugar!  Even the French bread has sugar.  When preparing a green salad, I avoid the dressing… more sugar!!!

Every commercial break pushes sugary snacks in my face, adding images of comforting cookies, happy cakes, friendly candies, heavenly donuts and life-saving soda pop.  Turn off the TV!

We need options! We need to be educated! No wonder we are a nation of sugar-addicted overweight diabetics. 

Please pass the salt. 

I like a happy ending

March 19, 2016

Recently while watching a movie, I realized that I was a bit anxious during the conflict between the characters and I just wanted them to solve their problems and get to the happy ending. This is why I have been reading and enjoying Debbie Macomber’s books. When the most recent season of Cedar Cove on TV ended, I began to read the series. I couldn’t get the books fast enough! So I zipped through Cedar Cove and then moved on to Blossom Street. Now I’m finished there, but not ready to go to Texas or the Dakotas yet, probably because I live in Washington state and love the local references in those two series.  

Spoiler alert: Most of my books have a happy ending.