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My son loves the Noggin program Jack’s Big Music Show. His favorite show features Andrew Bird, who was quirky and cool, playing his violin like a guitar. Subseqently we learned that he was a violinist in the band The Squirrel Nut Zippers and now has several solo albums. We bought his album and got on his mailing list. Today I received an email about Andrew’s blog for the New York Times: http://measureformeasure.blogs.nytimes.com/ He talks about his songwriting process and how he always has melodies in his head but that the words come more slowly. It’s a fascinating look into the mind of a highly creative person.
Andrew says that his creative process is aided by riding his bike, which he takes with him in the bus when he’s on tour. He rides around unfamiliar towns and his mind is free to brainstorm.
I don’t know about you, but my arms become pretty fatigued trying to hold a blowdryer and style the back of my hair. Any woman with a chronic disease probably faces the same problem. Here’s a new product that hangs your blowdryer up so that you can use two hands to style your hair: “Bloandgo”.
It got a good review on the Budget Fashionista blog. And it’s only $19.99!
The past two days I have been home from work with my sick son. He’s 18 months old and has had vomiting and diarrhea… a messy prospect, since he likes to be held while throwing up. He’s also been sleepier than usual, so in between laundry loads I had time to make dinner.
I had bought a delicious looking Amish chicken from my local produce market and decided to roast it on Wednesday, instead of saving it for Sunday dinner. But how to prepare it? My usual cooking style is a bit over the top and scattered– I’m attracted to the recipes with long lists of spices, yet I usually need to pull together dinner in less than 30 minutes. The usual result is a flurry of activity, sticky kitchen counters, and dinner thrown onto the table, adding to the crescendo of stress that has built up during the day. But I decided I wanted to try, for once, just a plain roast chicken.
When we were in Northern California over Christmas this year, we picked up The Art of Simple Food by Alice Waters. I was drawn to the simple ingredient lists and long recipe introductions and had thought it would be nice to cook from it with my husband. But I hadn’t opened the book since we bought it. I opened to the section about roast chicken– 3 pages (!) describing in detail Alice’s philosophy on the best way to cook the bird. The ingredient list: salt, pepper, oil, chicken. That’s it! For once I followed a recipe to the letter, even salting the chicken the day before I cooked it. I resisted adding butter or garlic. I also made a simple potato gratin and I found cutting the potatoes into thin slices very meditative. My son slept through the whole process.
The chicken was delicious– the best I’ve ever made. And I enjoyed the process. My life, and my cooking, could use some simplifying and streamlining. My life is complicated enough without my help.
It seems as though I am in constant motion. Being a doctor is a very active profession. Obviously, you have to see each patient, lay hands on them, evaluate their complaints. Examining kids is challenging, too; often you have to hold them down to look in their ears or the backs of their throats. You have to bend over to press on their bellies, and sometimes chase them around the room if they get away from you and their mom. Then, I have an 18-month old at home, who still wants “up” often. And we live in a third-floor condo. All this activity add up–for me– to chronic aches and pains. I end up taking several pills a day of aleve or motrin and I worry about taking too much anti-inflammatory medication. The issue with scleroderma, too, is that most of us suffer with reflux as well which is often worsened by anti-inflammatory medicines. So I often end up taking more of my acid-reducing medicine, like Nexium.
COX-2 inhibitors (like vioxx, celebrex) are more selective for the inflammatory substances that cause pain in the body and have less stomach upsetting side-effects. These were a boon for arthritis patients who often have gastritis and even bleeding with conventional inflammatory medication. Unfortunately all these medicines were taken off the market in 2006 because of reports that they had increased the risk of heart attacks. The data actually showed that if you had no heart disease to start with, these medications were completely safe. These medications are still on the market, but they have a “black box” warning, which means that you have to have a special dispensation from your doctor to be able to buy them.
I had a hoard of free vioxx samples that I would take in special pain occasions– when the pain was really bad. Now my hoard is gone. So I’m stuck with doing a balancing act: should I help my pain and hurt my stomach, or vice versa?
My yearly PFTs were done recently and showed a 20% drop in my diffusion capacity and my total lung volumes. Although I usually am more worried about my yearly cardiac echo, PFTs are also nerve-wracking. As you sit in a cylindrical glass box and your nose is pinched with a plastic plug, you follow the technician’s instructions and blow in and out. We learned in medical school that this test is very “effort dependent” which is why we can’t use in children who are younger than about 7; younger children are not able to follow directions well enough to do well on the test. The technicians know that you have to follow directions and put in enough effort to the test in order for the results to be accurate, so they are generally very loud and scream “blow, blow, blow!!” Most will repeat the results if they didn’t think you tried hard enough. This most recent PFT, though, went a little TOO smoothly– no yelling or repeating of tests involved. I was worried even before the results came back that they might not be accurate. So I wasn’t overly concerned when I emailed my pulmonologist about the test results. He emailed me back right away (thanks, Dr. Naurekas!) and said he looked at the “flow loops” (the patterns that your respiratory cycle makes as they are recorded) looked normal to him and it didn’t look to him, based on what he could see, that my effort was poor. Therefore, he recommended a CT scan of the lungs.
That was quite a blow– for 6 years now, my PFTs had been completely normal. I had had a CT scan once before and that was normal too. Because I was scared I pushed Dr. Naurekas to order the chest CT asap; luckily I was able to do it in two days.
I’ve had a lot of medical testing done but somehow it never seems to get easier. I was nervously sitting in the waiting room for my name to be called and this woman plops down across from me. She looked like she was about 40, but very hard-living, and the right side of her face was swollen, the eye bulging from her head. She immediately starts screaming into her cell phone: “how am I supposed to get home? I got no money! You bastard!” on and on, seeming not to care who was listening. She hung up on one call and then dials another: “that dick, he punched me, I called the police, he’s going to jail, that’s the last time. They gotta check my eye now, I been waiting all day!” Several times I think she was trying to catch my eye but I was embarrassed for her and looked away.
My name was called and I was led into the CT scanner. I laid on a thin plastic bed and was moved in and out of a plastic-covered doughnut. It was a long scan. They were doing an “interstitial lung disease” protocol to see if I had developed any fibrosis, which required scans during breathing in and out, on my stomach and back. It took almost an hour to finish.
Just around the circular opening to the scanner is a thin window into the CT scan machinery which whirs around while the machine is running. I watched this whirring while I thought about the woman outside and how different her life was from mine. I wished I had said something to her. By the time I was done, she was gone. I had been myopically and completely focusing on what the CT scan would show and that lady’s conversations had snapped me out of that.
After all that, my CT scan was completely normal. Life goes on. Phew!
I can’t believe it’s been over a month since I last posted! I am hoping tomake it into more of a routine, but it seems like there is always something else that needs to be done first– dinner, bathing Liam, seeing a patient, paying a bill. This winter has been very hard on those of us with scleroderma– my friends with the disease have been mostly homebound and many are depressed. Yesterday it was finally 60 deg (yeah!) here in Chicago! I have been in the Treatment Room at La Rabida, a chronic children’s hospital, for a month now, and I seem to have gotten every virus that the kids are bringing here. It’s been a bad flu season here because the flu vaccine didn’t cover the flu virus very well.
Yesterday there was congressional testimony by a scleroderma patient from Los Angeles named Cynthia. (See this link.) She is 13 years old and her congresswoman, Linda Sanchez, was instrumental in pushing the request for congessional testimony. Another woman with scleroderma who also had a bone marrow transplant also testified. Although I recorded CSPAN all day I didn’t catch the testimony on tape, unfortunately. This is great exposure for scleroderma!
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