Teppy, good luck with the acupuncturist, and I hope you're feeling better very soon.

My acupuncturist friend did a treatment on my yesterday to help with the allergies and it really worked. It ended up being mostly about overall balance...and I'm still snuffly...but I feel a whole lot better.

Did I already report on this yesterday?

She said no sugar, but in clearing out the fridge for rubbish day, I found a bit of a coffee milkshake from the morning. What could it hurt, I thought.

I took a drink and it tasted like ACID. No lie, it was awful, when hours before it had tasted like the nectar of the gods.

I ran into her on the street later in the day and she gave me her very best 'told ya' look. I deserved it.

Beets! I need a nice beet recipe to take for a business pot luck this evening. The main dish is going to be a pot pie of some variety, so I thought beets would make a colorful, nutritious side dish...but I have no interesting recipes.

Any favorites?

====== Steph, good luck with the acupuncture treatment. I hope it helps. That headache sounds evil.

She said no sugar

!!!!!

If the acupuncturist can make it so that sugar tastes bad to me, like with your milkshake, then I'll happily give it up. But dang, I love it like The Fly.

I love roasted beets. Just drizzle them with some olive oil, salt and some rosemary. Tasty.

That headache sounds evil.

It's slowly easing up, but I am so doped up right now that I think I could cut a finger off and not feel it. (Which means my head hurts more than a severed digit. Hmmm.)

If it's that severe and constant, Steph, I know my specialist would tell me to go into the ER and break it with the big guns. Of course, he tells me I should break them after two days, but he understands now how laughable that is.

However, trying acupuncture is much more low impact to start out with. It never quite broke the big ones for me. Then again, 8mg of dilaudid doesn't always either.

If the acupuncturist can make it so that sugar tastes bad to me, like with your milkshake, then I'll happily give it up. But dang, I love it like The Fly.

I should have said...for 24 hours...not for ever. I just needed to give my body time to balance out because I have been seriously whackaloon with the sugar and carbs and salt and basically shoving anything remotely edible in my pie hole over the last 9-10 days.

I'm doing a minor fast today (then the potluck this evening) and tomorrow and then a full on -not for sissies- cleanse on Wednesday.

Hopefully, this will help my body fight off the allergens and just make me feel better over all.

NO SEVERED DIGITS! (though I know that impulse)

Had another not-fight with Hubby about my hair length yesterday. I really don't understand his fixation about long hair. It's not like it won't grow back, and I won't go through a Utah summer with a foot of hair hanging off the back of my head. He says, "But you can put it in a pony tail, that gets it off your neck." I can't spend every day in a pony tail, and having it bundled up means I've got a thick mat of hair against my head with no air flow.

Then he said, "But you always pick a cut that looks like what the 80-year-old women wear, it makes you look old, why don't you want to have pretty hair?" And no, I've showed him gorgeous women with short hair, and all he says, "Pity that her hair's so ugly, she'd look great with long hair."

His preferred hair cut--except when he was a woodsman in the late 70s in California, with hair so long he braided it into his beard--is military short. He's like my father, when it starts to bend over, he gets it cut. I've told him I like it when it's a daring inch-and-a-half long, but he gets twitchy about it so I let him cut his own damned hair to the length he likes.

I do. Not. Get it.

NO SEVERED DIGITS! (though I know that impulse)

Well, the only real impulse I have to perform minor surgery on myself is to drill a hole in my skull to release the demons. Tim refuses to do it every time I ask, and I KNOW he has several drills. (He says that he doesn't want to get the drill bits dirty.)

You'd think a gal could get her boyfriend who allegedly "loves" her to perform an eensy-weensy bit of trepannation. But no.

If it's that severe and constant, Steph, I know my specialist would tell me to go into the ER and break it with the big guns.

Well, the severity isn't constant; it's v. bad for maybe 24-36 hours, then wanes to the point where it seems like it's gone. But then within a week to 10 days I have another bad one. So getting the bad ones that close together is making me wonder if it's all one constant one that just gets dialed way down but doesn't totally leave.