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Saturday, June 01, 2013

New from Little Kisses Press: "Under a Double Rainbow"

"Under a Double Rainbow"

When Iris, the goddess of the rainbow, is invoked during a women’s pagan festival, she manifests in different guises to different attendees, gently guiding each woman find the courage to explore what she truly needs when it comes to sex, romance, and relationships. Erotic and tender in equal measure, sexy lesbian short story “Under a Double Rainbow” weaves multiple plot lines around a core thread of spiritual empowerment. This is author Sophie Mouette at her best!

“Iris, the goddess of the rainbow, shows up at a women’s spirituality festival. Love, healing, and a healthy dose of sex ensue. A lovely tale with just the right amount of mild erotica, and a great weaving together of several subplots.” – Pagan Book Reviews

Available in a variety of electronic formats:
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Friday, May 31, 2013

In which we lose a week of work

I started this blog post on Saturday, 5/18. Silly me. Why do I try to write blog posts when I’m sick?

If you missed it on the FB/Tweetie, I went to the ER  on Tue 5/7 and was subsequently diagnosed with diverticulitis, something I highly don’t recommend. Ow. OW. I have a stupidly high pain threshold, and pain sent me to the ER. (After doing some research online to determine that because it was on the left side, it wasn’t appendix or gall bladder unless I was a medical freak. It was in the upper left rather than more common lower left quadrant, but because one of my sisters had an attack of diverticulitis a few months ago, I had a—pardon the pun—gut feeling. The ER doctor walked in after reviewing the results of my first-ever CT scan and said, “Good self-diagnosis” with no irony I could catch, despite my being on the Good Drugs at that point.)

Facts learned: 50% of adults over 40 have diverticulosis, which is the small pouches that form off the intestine. Having an attack of diverticulitis, wherein a sack or sacks become inflamed/infected, happens because you’re not eating enough fiber, not drinking enough water, not exercising enough, or because of hereditary (my maternal grandmother suffered,* and one of my sisters was in the ER just a few months ago with it).

Aaaanyway, this resulted in me essentially losing a week of work/life, and causing my poor little brain to asplode from the misinformation and contradictory information provided to me.

For example, one of the antibiotics I’m on has side effects including stomach pain and constipation. This is to treat me for abdominal pain and intestinal issues…. On the plus side, I lost a pound a day. The icky metallic taste in my mouth helped with that.

But wait, there’s more! To counteract the constipational side effects from the two antibiotics and the painkiller, according to the drug packaging, I should make sure to eat fiber and exercise.

Yet here is what, according to the paperwork sent home with me from the ER, I’m supposed to eat (according to Wikipedia, this is a low-residue diet): pancakes, waffles, white bread, white rice, pasta, meat (including beef), well-cooked vegetables w/o seeds, fruits w/o seeds.

And here is what I’m not supposed to eat: healthy, high-fiber shit like whole grains, fresh fruits and veggies, nuts, seeds, etc.

And no exercise.

This is what we might call being caught on the horns of a dilemma.

Note that this diet is the exact opposite of everything I’ve been working towards over the past few years. I’ve cut out all the white crap. (So the first regular English muffin I had during my convalescence? My eyes rolled into the back of my head, it was so good. I can’t remember the last time I had one.) I like raw veggies (the first thing I ate after being given a clean bill of health was an enormous Greek salad). I’m used to eating veggies, salad, lean meats.

The biggest irony of all is that this hit me 1.5 days into when Ken and I were doing an elimination eating plan, which we expected to do for 5-7 days, cutting out dairy, sugar, alcohol, gluten, and caffeine.

(Not that I couldn’t have alcohol until 48 hours after the nasty antibiotic. I would have killed for a glass of wine to help me fall asleep some nights. But see, e.g., losing a pound a day….)

Granted, this was temporary, until my body healed; now I’m back on a healthy, high-fiber diet again.

Except, according to old wives’ tales that the local ER and some doctors still believe, a high-fiber diet (specifically nuts, seeds, and corn/popcorn) can cause a flare-up of diverticulitis. My doctor, whom I love, said, “Not that there’s any scientific proof of that. I have no idea where it comes from.” The Mayo Clinic backs up what he says.

Eat your seeds and nuts, people. Drink that 8+ glasses of water a day. Exercise regularly. And for crying out loud, if it hurts, call your doctor. You do not want me to repeat the horror stories told to me of what will happen if you don’t.


*Before I learned this, I commented to Ken that I’d somehow had it in my head that diverticulitis was an old-fashioned ailment, no longer common, like goiter. Guess what else my grandmother dealt with? Mmm hmm.