With the buzz created about a new International Mast Cell Disorders organization, and a launch of the first Mast Cell Disorders awareness day last weekend, I thought I’d bring my own particular flavour to it. I’m currently into beading and jewelry, and it was fun to find beads that might work, and to make several others.… Read more Mast Cell Beads
It’s September, must be time to get back to work… My life has always been ruled by the school calendar. Not only did I spend my entire childhood at school, plus 6 years of post secondary education, my profession was always in schools. Of course, even though I’m not working as an SLP, I have… Read more Back to work!
Perhaps I’m as dumb as a bag of rocks, and you’ll all think I’m a touch touched, but I finally figured out what doctors mean by an ‘elimination diet’. If you aren’t already aware, basically, you don’t eat anything, and foods are added back into the diet one at a time. I’ve always wanted to… Read more ‘The Elimination Diet’ Finally Makes Sense!
On Christmas Eve, Hubby was reading ‘A Visit from St Nicolas’ (The Night before Christmas) he got to the line “His cheeks were like roses”, and made a joke about Santa having MCAS. As these things can go with over-tired children and punchy adults, we started to diagnose Santa, with lots of giggles… Didn’t exactly lead… Read more Merry Christmas! Top Ten Reasons to Suspect Santa has MCAS:
I started this post a few weeks ago, just as Trump was trying to say that there were ‘good people on both sides’ i the protests in Charlottesville. Since then, the ugly truth about people abusing their power-especially men with young women (or girls). I am still stunned by Trump supporting a senate candidate who… Read more Don’t stand so Close to Me
After breaking my arm as a child, it looked like I simply had a high pain tolerance. (If you havent already done so, you might want to read part 1 here.). As I got older, it seemed to normalize. In many ways, it seemed like I was actually ‘too‘ sensitive to pain. I’d had some ‘minor’… Read more My Weird Pain, Part Two
Today was my son’s graduation from grade seven- he’ll start highschool next year. A year ago, going into that gym would have ended with me in the hospital. I premedicated myself like hell, and pulled my mask on tight, and I did it! Well, I watched him get his service award and his certificate, and… Read more I’m going to be paying for this one.. it was worth it!