magnesium is my friend

I decided that maybe it was time to go back on the magnesium, for a myriad of reasons.  Perhaps it'll jumpstart my gut a bit, which goes sluggish when my thyroid stuff shifts.  Perhaps, too, it will help with the twitching in my fingers and the spasms in the one (thinking tendonitis, because I don't really want to consider other alternatives, thank you very much).  But the biggest reason is that my migraines picked up a bit again over the summer.  They seem to have calmed again since school started, and I'm in out of the humidity and heat, but I want to keep it that way.  So I'm giving it another go, in the hopes that it's just as spiffy a preventative as it was before.  I'm back to just a couple of migs a month again, so it'll be interesting to see if it will help squash 'em.  It'll also be interesting to see if it has any effect on the hormonal, monthly migraines.  The first time I was taking magnesium as a preventative, the migraines were daily, so it was hard to tell if it affected those.  Now that they're more prominent (because I can see patterns) it should be interesting.  I've got enough for a six-month trial.  :)

BOB

It's time to tackle the BOB books again, which can be great fun.  BOB is what I call the Battle of the Books competition we have at school.  BOB is a great concept for middle school, and really sucks kids into reading for pleasure.  The way it works is pretty easy.  Right away in the fall, the year's sixteen selected books are listed, and any kid that wants to do BOB dives in and starts reading.  Then, come closer to spring, the kids will form their own competition teams of four.  We have a bit of training around March for the kids, followed by a school-wide quiz competition.  Then the top two teams get to go on to the city-wide competition.  Prizes and everything, including a travelling trophy (currently at our school, so we'll host this year's city battle).  The kids have fun, the grownups have fun, and it's just a great thing to be a part of when you love reading as much as I do.  So, I mentor teams for the competitions, help judge and scorekeep the school battle, and I have a blast. 

This year's books so far have been great.  I've read nearly half the list of sixteen already.  I don't think there will be a clunker in the bunch that I can't bring myself to finish, either (unlike last year, where I ditched Christopher Paolini's Eldest after about a dozen pages).  There is a certain richness in young adult fiction, and when it gets a person to care and seek out more info or perspective, I think it's very valuable indeed.  The latest book to do this to me was one of this year's BOB books ~ an historical fiction novel by Mary Jane Auch called Ashes of Roses.  The book follows the journey of a sixteen year-old girl named Rose through Ellis Island to New York.  Her father and brother were not allowed into the country, due to the brother's eye disease, so Rose, her mother, and sisters end up staying with an uncle, until hospitality wears thin and tempers flare.  Eventually, Rose's mother heads back to Ireland, and Rose and her sister choose to stay in America to make their own way.  This would be a rich enough, engaging story in itself, but it's only the beginning.  Ashes of Roses is indeed a dual title with much deeper meaning.  For Rose, with her one good dress made from a fabric called ashes of roses, ends up working at the Triangle Shirtwaist factory.  Fire is a strong theme in this book, from Rose's spitfire nature to the tragic historical fire that claimed 146 lives in March of 1911.  This is a book that delivers, with strong, believable characters, superb attention to detail, and will leave the reader changed.  Of the various historical fiction books I've read on the young adult level, this is the one that sticks with me most.  It is a very satisfying read. 

Of course, Ashes of Roses led me off on side tangents to the internet and Google, from looking up Ellis Island info and pictures to info on the diseases that kept immigrants out, splitting up families.  It also led me to spend a little time looking up the Triangle Shirtwaist Fire itself.  Before my only background was the usual sketchy paragraph from US History texts, which kept it basic (tragic sweatshop fire, locked in, led to labor reform), but left out the human element. 

It also led me to pick up another book on my stuff to seek out list, a recent book that I'd heard of about a month before I read Ashes of Roses.  This second book is an adult novel called Triangle, by Katherine Weber.  This one's also historical fiction, and concerns itself with the story of Esther, the last living survivor of the Triangle Fire, her subsequent death, the secrets that she held, and her recollections of working at the Triangle Shirtwaist factory and of the fire itself.  The passages recounting the fire are particularly engaging, and parts of it left me breathless.  It's more detailed than Ashes of Roses, and paints a stronger picture of the fire.  But it's not just one character's story.  The bulk of Triangle settles around Esther's granddaughter and her search for the truth about her grandmother and the fire.  Because of this, it's told in a flashback kind of sequencing, which also involves the granddaughter's musical genius boyfriend (the focus on him in the first chapter gives it a slow start) and an annoying feminist researcher (that I couldn't bring myself to care about).  The attempt to work the triangle in as a motif throughout, from the music to the factory and so on is a bit much at times.  I'm glad I read Triangle, especially coming right off the other book.  It really is a neat book, with a neat concept.  I think it makes for a richer understanding of the fire and its human element.  But I think doughnut for doughnut Ashes of Roses was a much more satisfying read overall. 

The Nourishing Meme

Okay.  Abi asked me to put this meme in my blog, so here goes...
The Nourishing Meme
This meme asks five questions. Here are those questions and my answers:

What is the most nourishing thing you frequently do for yourself?
Getting enough sleep and water.  Keeping a positive attitude and my sense o' hoomer intact.  Taking part in the forum, so that I keep learning every chance I get.

For your health, what will you never compromise on?
I will never surrender my Armour thyroid hormone for a synthetic.  They'll pry it from my cold, dead fingers first.  And I won't give up my uberfabulous endo doc, either. 

Where do you get most of your health information?
From my doctor, online, and from books.

What single whole food or supplement has turned your health around?
Magnesium is a biggie, as is vitamin D.  Water is pretty important, too.  As for non-food/supplement things, my endo doc has really turned my health around, by keeping me hopeful, sticking with me, and being willing to think and try new things with me. 

What is your favorite natural therapy?
Magnesium as a migraine preventative.  And I suppose making sure I get plenty of "me" time to recharge. 

odd

Apparently yesterday's blog entry did post.  After I checked twice and then turned of the computer.  And then checked again just now before scribbling the POOF post.  Methinks the pesky aliens are messing with me again.  :)

hmmm...yesterday's post went POOF

I don't know why.  All was well and good until I hit the little save button.  Then my antivirus popped up with some bullhonkery about it trying to access my credit card number and the post just up and disappeared with it.  Good thing I really hadn't had much to say. 

My brainbucket seems to be settling down again, since I'm in more consistent air temps all day.  Between the weather shifts and hormone shifts all summer, I went through about three long cycles of off and on mig beasties, with a couple of weeks in between cycles.  Oddball stuff.  But now it seems to be settling back into that pattern of only a couple of migs a month.  Now I just have to get the latest fibro flare squashed (I was a bit too gung ho at school, getting all up and running, and my upper back and shoulders doth protest too much).  All will be good in time. 

I meant to catch up blogging the week between pool and school, but the blasted computer tried to die.  It kept crashing.  Too much spyware had weasled its way onto the thing.  All is better now, thanks to the Geek from the Geek Squad.  The ads are right.  I did want to hug the guy when he got us up and running. 

I also rented movies last weekend.  I loved RV, rather liked Poseidon, and found Ring Around the Rosie to be amusing enough to watch in its entirety, despite the fact that it used every cliche in the book.  The latter was a direct-to-video (I think) billed as horror, but was more of a suspense movie with a touch of supernatural thrown in.  All three perfect for a night where I just wanted to crash and not think. 

And that's about it.  Not overly exciting, I know.  But it's my little rut. 

how long ago did i last post?

Probably longer ago than I dare care to look up.  I think.  Oh, well.  Life gets busy.  I did have a week off between my pool job and my school job, but that was spent trying to see to the Incredible Crashing Computer, so blogging was out.  As was foruming, and surfing book reviews, and all kinds of fun stuff.  But, just like the ads say, I did want to hug the Geek Squad guy when he was done restoring order. 

Brainbucket-wise, it's been much better.  I had a bit of a rocky summer with a couple of longish cycles from a club trigger sandwich of hormone shifts and weather.  But I seem to be heading back into just one or two a month again.  So it's all good.  I'll take it.  I might even run. 

Other than that, it's been reading (a hodgepodge, and I forget all what I've read), watching a lot of the Food Network in the evenings, and last weekend a couple of movies rented.  RV was a lot of fun.  I also really liked Poseidon.  The third was a straight-to-video horror movie called Ring Around the Rosie.  I won't claim it wasn't cliched on a lot of levels, but it was amusing enough to watch the whole thing.  I would, however, classify it more as a suspense movie than horror, with some supernatural elements. 

These days it's just a matter of getting back into the school thing, which I'm quite content with, and starting to read the sixteen titles for our annual Battle of the Book competition (I call 'em BoB books), as I help out with that and mentor teams.  Nothing too big.  Just retraining my back and muscles to different situations and working out the slight fibro kinks.  Readjusting.  At least my brainbucket is playing nicely.

See?  So exciting. 

never know when a droolie'll pop up

I've been a blog slacker, haven't I?  Time's got wingy appendages.  That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. 

I've been a bit busy since the 11th, when my sister (and bestest buddy ever) got to town from Oregon.  Besides working, I spent my spare time with her and with her mom-in-law, helping pack up a house.  Lots of schlepping and wrapping, and carting and toting.  And only 100+ degrees out. 

My head has behaved better this summer than in the past several in terms of the hot and humid fluctuations.  Usually that triggers me in a heartbeat, but this summer, not so much.  Today I felt all apprehensive and edgy, but that was the wind talking.  Another trigger, wind is, and even it's been going easy on me.  I'd be suspicious of the Beasties in Lurk Mode, but I don't want to waste the energy, or tempt them.  If I stay really still, perchance they won't find me. 

I've been reading some. All kinds of stuff.  I'm about ready to go on a sf binge, I think.  Or mysteries.  We'll see. The Owl and Moon Cafe is a great little book.  Small town, quirky little family kind of story.  Just a nice, easy read.  Currently I'm toting around an older novel, called On the Beach, about life following nuclear fallout.  It's intriguing.  I've also got a book of Caitlin R. Kiernan short stories.  Also for amusement while I sit at the pool, I've been doing New York Times Sunday crosswords (and, yep, I'm a purist ~ in ink).  The only TV show I catch this season is Hell's Kitchen.  And a couple of times I've watched assorted stuff on the Food Network.  Mostly the TV is off as far as I'm concerned.  I'm also starting to pick up my computer chess program again. 

I did go see Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest last Thursday.  I will readily admit that the first movie didn't do much for me.  My sister bought it when it came out on DVD, and we watched it then.  I nearly fell asleep in the middle.  So I was a bit apprehensive about the second installment.  But, all in all, I thought it was a great popcorn movie.  I liked it much better than the first movie by far, and would even see it again.  I don't really get the people who gripe about there not being an ending.  It's a middle movie of a trilogy, so a person shouldn't really go in expecting a stand-alone ending for something like that.  At least I don't think so.  Besides. it was plain ol' fun.  Arrrrrgggghh!

There.  Not overly exciting as far as entries go, but enough to prove I'm still on the planet.  :)

Hope this sees everybuddy well, and in the midst of good fortune. 

one that made me cry

Not many books have made me cry.  Not even when I was on those horrid hyperthyroid crying jags over little things like pocket lint.  So when a book does, it sticks with me.  The other day I read just such a book. 

Folding Paper Cranes is a memoir by Leonard Bird (how's that for an appropos name?).  In it, he recounts his military experiences with atomic testing during the 1950's.  Protected by nothing more than WWI issue gas masks and a five foot trench, Bird was witness to major atomic detonations, many times the size of Fat Man and Little Boy.  Struck by multiple myeloma due to the fallout, his is a journey of life, memories, and survival.  He ties his experiences to the testing, Sadako and her famous origami cranes, and the Hiroshima memorial, which he has visited three times.  Currently, Bird is an English professor, and his own poetry appears in the book as a preface to the sections, and as an epilogue of sorts, and this is what I loved most about the book.  The first poem, especially, left me absolutely breathless.  As much as I could be, I was there in the trench as the bomb went off.  So intense was the imagery of Bird's writing that when I'd read the first poem, I had to close the book and set it aside for a few minutes, in order to catch my bearing and my breath.  I cried when coming home from treatment, Bird was greeted by the sight of a five-foot chain of hundreds of folded paper cranes, some from friends, and some from people he didn't even know at all.  This is just one of those books that is important to read.  If you have read or plan on reading Hersey's Hiroshima, Folding Paper Cranes is a perfect companion book to it.  Both resonate. 

another book post

Things are very quiet on the migraine front, so I can't say much there.  I did tempt fate yesterday and tried Coca-Cola Blak, even though it has some aspartame in it, but it didn't seem to bother me at all.  Unusual that, but I'll take it.  :)

But I have been reading, and the latest book that I finished is one I absolutely adored.  It's called The Girls, and was written by Lori Lansens.  The basic premise is that it's the story of conjoined, craniopagus twins.  Nearing thirty when the story starts, Rose decides it's time to write her/their autobiography.  Her sister Ruby adds a few "chapters" from her point of view, too.  I haven't read a book with so much heart in a long time.  The sisters are born during the worst tornado their town had ever seen, which also claimed the life of a little boy, who was never found.  The birth scene I found a bit far-fetched, there being no electricity whatsoever at the hospital, chaos and people everywhere but in the young mother-to-be's room, and no C-section.  That's right.  By lantern light alone, this mother, young and small, births twins joined at the sides of their heads.  Naturally.  That was a bit of a stretch, I think.  At any rate, the sisters are whisked off to Toronto for specialist care right away, and when their mother takes off from the original hospital and abandons them, they are taken in and raised by the nurse who attended them and her Slovak husband.  The family is a delight all the way around, and the observations and musings of Rose and Ruby ring true.  There is tragedy in this story, but also a lot of joy.  It's a story that clearly and richly celebrates life, warts and all.  The characters are lively and nearly tangible.  The interplay between the two sisters, who are mostly unalike, but manage phenomenally to cope with being permanently thrust together is a wonder.  You can't help but be mesmerized by their tale.  There really are some truly comic moments, and the writing itself is brisk and clean.  It's very compelling, and it's not a book that can be easily forgotten.  I can't liken it to anything else I've ever read, either.  I can't recommend it highly enough.  There aren't words for that type of thing. 

the right side being the wrong side...

Phooey!  Last night, out of the blue, with a proverbial whiz, bang, POP...a wrong-sided migraine.  I'm at a loss for what triggered the dang thing, unless it was a delayed reaction thingie tracing back to the day before, when I walked right into the edge of the dutch door top to my ticket office with a resounding THWACK.  Plus maybe the weather change, threatening a storm. 

I've lost track of when the right-sided wrong-sider was, it's been so long.  Probably over a year.  But I sure didn't miss them any.  This one refused to budge with Midrin, so I had to haul out a Lortab, and then deal with the Vivarin-like effect of it.  It's not a climb-the-walls insomnia thing.  Just an awake-and-blinking, but comfy thing.  At least that did the pain in.  Usually nothing at all touches wrong side o' the track beasties. 

Oh, well.  At least it didn't come back for leftovers today.  :)

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