Cuba As I See It, Day 13

These observations are simply that: my observations. As the title of my blog indicates, this is “As I See It.” If I am offensive in anything I say, I apologize. That is not my intent. If I am incorrect in any information, I also apologize. I am not an expert, simply a traveler who visited the country for a few days. I hope you enjoy my views. Each day I will tell you what we did on one or two days of the trip, but I will also give some observations about other topics that span the length of the whole trip. I advise you to start at Day 1 and work your way through. As I go along I will…

Cuba As I See It, Days 11 & 12

Cuba As I See It, Days 11 & 12

These observations are simply that: my observations. As the title of my blog indicates, this is “As I See It.” If I am offensive in anything I say, I apologize. That is not my intent. If I am incorrect in any information, I also apologize. I am not an expert, simply a traveler who visited the country for a few days. I hope you enjoy my views. Each day I will tell you what we did on one or two days of the trip, but I will also give some observations about other topics that span the length of the whole trip. I advise you to start at Day 1 and work your way through. As I go along I will…

Delta Airlines Doesn’t Know Peanuts or A Defense Of “Crazy” Food Allergy Parents

Delta Airlines Doesn’t Know Peanuts or A Defense Of “Crazy” Food Allergy Parents

I am on a Delta Airlines flight and they just offered me peanuts. We usually fly American Airlines, so I was shocked. Luckily my daughter is not with me or I would be freaking out.  Why? I am the mom of a child with food allergies. And sitting near someone eating peanuts could kill her. Literally. Last time I checked, an airplane is not a great place to have a major medical emergency. Unlike milk or eggs or most other food allergies, peanuts somehow contaminate the air around them and even a trace amount in the air, similar to the way a smell works, can cause a reaction. So why the peanuts when so many have similar reactions? I have…

How I Deal With Chronic Pain

I hurt every day of my life. I have for the last 17 years (except the last 2 trimesters of each of my pregnancies). My particular dragon to fight goes by a variety of names: Chronic Intractable Headache, Transformed Migraine, Migraine With Aura, Menstrual Migraine, Migraine Without Aura, and a few others. The particular manifestation shifts at times, but it’s always a headache. The list of treatments I have tried is as long as my arm. Nothing takes it away. Every new practitioner is convinced that THEY have the answer and it’s really so simple. But it’s never quite so simple.  I say this not to gain pity, but it’s my reality and someone might find my story helpful.  So…

The Process of Perfection 

One of our children was quite unhappy with how they were doing in quiz practice. I, however, can remember where this same kid was 2 years ago and the progress they have made in memorizing, quoting, interrupting questions, answering questions, just everything. So I am quite happy and pleased with how they are doing. If I gave you details, you would definitely be impressed too. They, being a kid, can’t really remember what 2 years ago was like and it seems totally irrelevant to right now. They want progress quickly. Perfection. NOW! I guess God probably feels the same way about us. He sees the mighty-long-way He’s brought us and says, “Look where you used to be and how far…

When Life Stinks

  A little tip (and laugh) for today: When we bought our house we noticed that the front yard was beautiful and well-balanced with colors. A large spruce graces the front corner, an ornamental plum with year-round red leaves sat in the middle (it’s gone now, died a while back), and a dogwood sits near the house with its graceful flowers every spring.  Next to our driveway, is a beautiful tall female ginkgo tree. Evidently they have gender, these trees. It really is beautiful with fan-shaped leaves that turn bright yellow in the fall. There’s literally no other tree like these, and I appreciate uniqueness, so I thought it was pretty neat.  Unfortunately, the female version of this tree also…

Growing Old is a Good Thing

I recently had a birthday. Turning 41 isn’t normally seen as a big landmark year. They don’t sell black birthday cake candles that have “41” stamped on them, and since I avoided any over-the-hill party last year I think I’m safe from that. This birthday did make me think, though, about how our culture handles aging. At 41, fewer people are asking me how old I am. The number of brave souls who ask for that information is still higher than those who ask my weight (maybe that will be a future topic if I get wise enough), but it is dropping precipitously. Our American culture is very future-oriented. We spend a lot of focus on educating our children, our babies even, to prepare them…

Thank you!

I’d like to mention something I haven’t heard over the last few weeks in all the news, comments, concerns, and education about Ebola. Of the 9200 who have fallen ill with it, 427 of those were healthcare workers. Of the over 4500 people who have died, 239 have been healthcare workers. Of the 3 confirmed cases we have seen in America, 2 are nurses. These people, more than others, know the dangers. They see the ceiling-high pile of infectious material because they put it there. They handle the diarrhea and vomit and blood, and they know that viruses are microscopic hordes and that accidents happen. They go to work. They know that patients often don’t tell you the whole story…

What ALS Looked Like To Me

ALS is a big ugly evil monster. Or at least that’s how I imagine it. It attacks its victims’ motor neurons, leaving sensory function and cognitive abilities intact. In other words, it attacks its victims’ ability to control movement, gradually taking away communication and the ability to swallow, walk, control the hands, and eventually, even breathe. All the while, the victim can still feel and think normally. The frustration and fear this monster causes is unimaginable. Now let me tell you my story. My paternal grandmother died of ALS when I was 16.  Her disease wasn’t diagnosed until a few days before she died.  How that happened in 1990, I don’t know.  I wish I could discuss that with a…

The Emperor’s Tight Clothes

We all know the story of the Emperor who gets a new set of clothes. In the story, nobody was brave enough to tell the emperor that his clothes were not, well, there. Finally, one little boy stood up and said what everyone else was thinking. Today I am that little boy. It happened this morning as it has uncountable times before. While perusing Facebook this morning I saw a picture of a woman who attempts to dress modestly. Her skirts are all long, her blouses have long enough sleeves. There was no plunging neckline. But I could tell immediately that she wears D cup bra because of the tightness of her shirt. This is not modest! I think a…