Just Lynn

One woman. One name. One hell of an attitude!

a diagnosis from Dr. Dreamy

Written By: witchypo - Sep• 06•14

Well, went to work, then got a massage, and headed to Dr. Dreamy’s office for the results of the tests we had done a few weeks ago. ‘Good news’, he announced, ‘you’ve got Epstein Barr Virus, so its not what you thought it was…’

‘What I thought it was…?’ I blinked. ‘But I never told him I thought it was anything…! I simply told him the problems I’d been having…’

So, I took a chance and asked, ‘So, would this explain the hypersensitivity to touch and temperature… the muscle cramping… (he nodded as I spoke)… ’cause the pain and the sleep issues have always been there, but it was around the time of a surgery I had that it all changed and I wondered if there was a connection…’

Thing was, though, he just kept nodding, and then assured me that EPV could cause all the issues I’ve reported, so I clamped my mouth shut and figured I’d have to go with what he was telling me. After all, he is the doctor.

As I left, though, I realized I was disappointed because I’d been anxious to learn how I fared on the physical and see if I needed to adjust factors like blood pressure, cholesterol, and such. You see, getting that kind of info has helped me adjust my diet and such to maximize my health and avoid problems.  Anyways, maybe I’ll call and see if he’ll actually go over the results with me some time (?)

In the mean time, I’m thinking I’ll do a little reading about EPV and see what I can learn because, if what I’ve read so far is true, its not something to get bent out of shape over, but it might help alleviate some of the stress that comes from not knowing ‘why’ things are happening.

massage – a prescription from Dr. Dreamy

Written By: witchypo - Aug• 25•14

Well, I did like Dr. Dreamy wanted and got the blood work done Wednesday (20 AUG/supposed to go back in 2 weeks for results). Then, I booked a massage. Now, I’ve got to admit I was nervous because I’ve only had one professional massage in my life and it felt great but, later, I felt as though I’d been beaten with a bag of pop cans. So, I was nervous.

Luckily, Sandra was as ‘good’ as Dr. Dreamy said she’d be, and immediately put me at ease. We talked a while about my health, and then she got to work. And… it was everything I’d always dreamed it’d be! I mean, OMFG!… it was amazing! That woman got into spots that’ve needed it for years, and while I would have liked to have her work them out a little more, it was such a relief!

Afterward, I didn’t feel pain like I did the last time either, and I went through a lot less general pain that evening than was ‘normal’ for me. Now, I just have to figure out how the heck I can afford to get more!

a gift of Tarot

Written By: witchypo - Aug• 19•14

Last week while driving home from work, I spotted some friends on a patio and stopped to have a drink with them. As I slid a chair up to the table and exchanged greetings with them, S said she had something for me and offered me a deck of Tarot cards and their companion book wrapped in a shopping bag.

Of course, that lead to my being asked to read for my friend ‘T’, but I hesitated because its probably been almost two years since I’ve even touched the cards. In fact, as I hesitated, I realized I hadn’t even been considering the possibility and that, if I took them, they’d likely just end up collecting dust. But, a part of me also missed using them, so I agreed to give it a shot. ‘If I can remember how and you don’t mind if I mess up large…’ I told her.

As soon as I started, the familiar fears that’d plagued me throughout the 15 or so years I’d actively read Tarot came back to haunt me. Could I…? What if I’m way off…? But, I forced them back down and ‘winged it’, and had barely lain the fourth card before she stopped me.

‘Enough!’ she cried, with one hand raised as if to ward me off, and her face turned away as though she couldn’t bare to even look at the cards. Then, she explained that she didn’t need to hear any more to know that I knew what I was doing, and insisted I read for her another time in a more private setting.

Naturally, I did, and then packed the book and cards into my purse, thanked S for them, and we all chatted. Later, however, as I thought about what happened, I questioned my decision not to touch the cards.

One of the major reasons I’d made it, you see, was censure from my boyfriend, who doesn’t believe in or support my using them. I’d also set them aside because I knew I could mess with my own head with them, and because friends had often taken far too much of my energy by imposing upon me for free readings. What I hadn’t allowed myself to think about for a very long time, though, was how much I missed the challenge of the cards and the joy of being able to use them to help others. So, as I packed a bag for a weekend at my boyfriend’s, I tossed my favorite deck into my bag… ‘just in case…’

The funny thing was, though, that I did two more readings on the weekend before it even occurred to me that I could use the cards to look at some of the issues in my own life and, perhaps, gain some insight into them. Of course, many people insist that one shouldn’t read for themselves, but introspection’s always been one of my favorite uses for the cards. So, I think I’ll keep them out for a while and see where it leads.

Yes, I’m a little nervous about letting myself use them again, but perhaps I’ve learned from past mistakes and grown strong enough to say ‘no’ when I haven’t got the energy to give to others(?)

I guess I’ll have to wait and see…

a physical with Dr. Dreamy

Written By: witchypo - Aug• 19•14

Time to time, I’ve had this odd health problem or that pop up and I’ve mentioned it to whichever doctor might have been treating me at the time. Usually, because each appeared random and unconnected to any other of my health issues, they’ve been dismissed. Recently, however, I’ve begun to wonder whether they might be connected(?)

I was scared to talk to my doctor about it for a number of reasons…

  • I’ve got a bad memory (like I have to do the math to know how old I am!) that makes it hard for me to tell doctors when something started or how long it lasted, which seems to make them doubt me
  • my last doc was great ’till he prescribed a drug he said had no side affects and I told him it did, including brief but severe bouts of imbalance or diziness. Then, he suddenly questioned his diagnosis of me (arthritis), accused me of being paranoid (said it was all in my head) and of ‘faking’ to get out of work, stopped prescribing pain meds and treated me like an ‘abuser’, and threatened to quit treating me if I didn’t take them.
  • My current doctor doesn’t seem to like it when I use any medical terminology or come close to suggesting I have a particular condition (i.e. ‘I think I’ve got a cold’ etc) and I don’t want to alienate him
  • I don’t trust our drive-through medical system, which teats ‘disease’, not ‘people’, and I’m scared I’ll be forced to take pharmaceuticals, which can do as much damage as good
  • I don’t have medical coverage so, even if he prescribes treatments, I can’t afford them, which is likely to lead my doc to believe I’m unwilling to work with him

Despite my fears, though, I forced myself to talk to him about these issues last week, and his reaction seemed to indicate that he doubted me. So, I went back today for a physical, and was worried about how he’d treat me.

Luckily, Dr. Dreamy (a fellow patient calls him that, so I will too) treated me with the same courtesy and respect he always has, and we got through the physical okay. The one thing I noticed, however, is that he didn’t really ask questions about the symptoms I’d mentioned, although he did surprise me by asking about a flutter or skip in my heart (something I’ve suspected is happening but, again, was afraid to mention).

Then, he prescribed massage for my ‘tendonitis’ again, and sent me on my way.

The truth is that I can’t afford it, but I guess I’ll have to give it a shot.

calling Dr. Dreamy

Written By: witchypo - Aug• 13•14

Last week, I hurt my shoulder while working and could barely lift or use that arm, so I called my doctor’s office and made an appointment. Then, I took care of it and by the end of the weekend it’d improved enough that I considered canceling.

Once I was back to work, though, I strained it again. My head hurt, my neck pulled and ground as I moved, stabbing and burning pains flared and faded at different points on my body, and I was so exhausted that even standing seemed more than I could manage. Eventually, tears welled in my eyes and I thought, ‘Enough! I can’t keep doing this! I’m going!’

So, I kept the appointment and my doctor quickly confirmed what I’d suspected, which was that I’d likely torn the rotator cuff and that there was nothing he could do for it. Having herd that, though, I then screwed up my courage, reminded him of the fact that he’d diagnosed me with tendonitis in both forearms, and asked if it was ‘normal’ for someone with that condition to experience a burning sensation in their skin(?)

He allowed that tendonitis pain could be perceived as ‘burning’, and I asked if it was possible for the tendonitis to spread to other parts of the body. ‘See, I get the arm thing,’ I told him, ‘but then it started in my neck, my legs, my feet… and between that, the exhaustion… the freakin’ headaches and all… I mean, its getting so I can barely do housework!’

Right about then, though, he cut me off with something like ‘drop the tendonitis crap’, and said that he didn’t know who I’d been talking to or what I’d been looking up, but that we were going to

get to the bottom of this’. Then, he told me he wanted to do a physical, and sent me out to book it.

Unfortunately, his receptionist was busy, so I went out to my car figuring I’d call later. As I put the key in the ignition, however, emotions and frustration suddenly overcame me and I started crying. In fact, I sobbed!

You see, the truth is that I was scared to death because I’d wanted to talk to the doctor about those issues for some time, but I was also afraid that doing so might lead to my having to take pharmaceutical drugs, which I not only can’t afford, but am afraid of because of side affects and such. I was also afraid that if I did, the doctor would simply dismiss me as being a liar, or tell me it was all in my head.

The problem, however, is that I am going through those things and its gotten bad enough that its affected everything from my hobbies and activities to my job and relationships. And, the longer I go without saying anything, the worse the various problems seem to become. So, I’d taken a chance and talked to my doctor, only to be made to feel as though he suspected me of ‘bullshitting’ him.

Anyways, after allowing myself a moment or two to let some of the stress out, I went back inside and made an appointment for a physical. Now, I just have to hope that, whatever happens, the doctor will at least try to help me figure things out.

selfish can lead to happiness!

Written By: witchypo - Jun• 21•14

A dear one and I were cooking a meal together when he interrupted me to say something so self-centered and dismissive that I froze.

‘You know, buddy,’ I told him, ‘you’d save us both a whack of stress if you’d just leash that ego of yours’.

‘How d’you know its not your ego causing the problem?’ He grinned. Then, without waiting for a response, he walked away while talking about something else entirely.

‘Game, set, and match!’ I thought, but held my tongue because I don’t, as a rule, like to argue or risk hurting people’s feelings. Buddy, on the other hand, sets his own ‘rules’ that don’t let that sort of thing slow him down.

Since ‘feelings’ are intangible, for example, no one’s allowed to ask him to deal with them. No one’s allowed to talk to him about things he’s not comfortable talking about, interested in, or disagrees with. He also forms fast opinions and, once he’s made his mind up on something, people aren’t allowed to talk about it unless its to say he’s ‘right’. And, the list goes on…

‘Topic change!’ He’ll interrupt the friend with the dying relative. ‘You’re bringing me down.’ Call that ‘rude’, and he’ll simply dismiss you as too ‘picky’ or ‘sensitive’. Insist on talking or challenging him, and he’s apt to get defensive and accuse you of ‘attacking’ him, or offensive enough he might slap you up top the head. ‘Are you deaf or just that stupid?!’ he’s been known to snap and to hang up or walk away, only to later act as though nothing’s happened.

So. why do I hang with Buddy? Because, despite that and more, he’s still a nice guy. Popular, skilled, and ‘cool’ (in an intimidating sort of way), he’s got a wicked sense of humor and a ton of cocky charm! And, since he’s an ‘arm’s length’ kind of guy, few in his broad social circle are aware of (or would dare to question) his idiosyncrasies. For those considered to be ‘closest’ to him, though, dealing with Buddy and his rules can be a real treat.

For years, for example, I’ve been trying to get across to him the fact that most people experience emotions and that his distaste for them doesn’t make it right to belittle or negate them. I’ve suggested that whether or not he has feelings, he might at least learn to use common courtesy and respect for the sake of others. And, I’ve told him that setting his rules without allowing others recourse or input isn’t just unfair, its unrealistic.

Whenever I try, though, he’s usually too busy ignoring, arguing, or trying to be the ‘boss’ (or sulking and getting angry when he can’t) to hear anything. Even if he does, however, his cardinal rule is that he “forgets” everything as soon as it happens, making every day a whole new struggle with him.

Ironically, were Buddy to listen, he’d understand that what I’ve been trying to tell him us that I don’t blame him for his selfish callousness. In fact, I suspect its his untrained… or untamed… ego that’s to blame, and that its purposely keeping him from seeing the affect its having on him and everyone around him. Then, he just might understand that I truly do want to help, rather than hurt him, and that it could be in his best interest to give me that chance.

Sadly, his ego makes him more afraid of the change it suspects I’m trying to force on it than of not having me in his life, and his pedantic nature will likely make him demand that I define ‘ego’ before he’ll ever talk to me about it.

I, however, happen to like a challenge as much as Buddy’s ego likes being stroked, so I figure I’ll give it a shot!

pics of me

Written By: witchypo - Mar• 03•14

just some pics of me that I don’t want to lose

recipe for chocolate balls

Written By: witchypo - Nov• 24•13

This winter, I got the urge to make a chocolate drop cookie I hadn’t made in decades. When I pulled the recipe out to see if I had everything I needed, though, I was mortified by the cups and cups of white sugar and lard it required. So, I played with the recipe a little. First, I replaced the sugar with honey, peppermint Kallua, and some brown sugar. Then, I replaced the lard with some olive oil, and coconut oil. Finally, lacking other options, I spruced it up with some flax seeds and Rice Crispies.

rolling chocolate balls

Now, whenever I want some ‘chocolate brownies’ for my ice cream or just a quick cocholate kick, I can reach into the freezer and pull a couple out. If I ever find the original recipe and get a decent photo of the finnished product, I’ll post an update.
rolling chocolate balls

recipe for turkey rice soup for Penny & B

Written By: witchypo - Nov• 24•13

Hey hun,

Here’s how I made this week’s soup…

I started by roasting a frozen 8-10 lbs turkey (with 1 med onion diced on it) in a dutch oven type roasting pan at 250 degrees for about 5-6 hrs. Then, I cooled and de-boned it.

soup with leeks

Next, I filled a large stock pot to about 2/3 full of water and tossed cleaned turkey into it with the larger bones and set it to boil. About an hour later, I scooped out any of the bones and added a pinch of…

ginger, paprika, thyme, rosemary, basil, garlic, chives, dill, parsley, salt, and pepper

sauted onion

Meanwhile, I fried 8-10 slices of bacon, drained them, added a handful of diced leek, and fried them together. Once the bacon was crispy, I drained it, and added 2 chopped Portobello mushrooms. Fry those, drain them, and then add them to the stock pot.

portobello mushrooms

I brought that broth to a boil and then added… (all diced)

2 medium white onions

3 stalks of celery

5 medium potatoes

4 large carrots

a handful each of chopped kale leaves and beet greens  (with a bit of stalk),  and about 1 cup shredded and drained spinach (I have also done this type of thing with bock choy, asperigus, squash, sweet potato, and other veggies, depending on what’s on hand – keep in mind that the more veggies/colors added, the more micronutrients, fiber, etc there’ll be)

veggies

Add any other hard veggies you want in it and then let the soup simmer for a while until all veggies are cooked but not soft. In a measuring cup, mix aprox. 1/4 cup flour with 1 tblsp cornstarch and 1 pkg Club House Turkey Gravy mix. Stir with a fork and then add cold water to make a paste. Blend out any chunks and then add to soup, stirring on low heat until thickened. Add a cup of cooked, drained and cooled rice (with long grain wild rice if available) and a cup or two of  cooked, drained and cooled pasta (or tortellini). Simmer, check for flavor and spice accordingly.

By the way, I ‘nuked’ the squash until it was soft and used that to help thicken the soup, which makes it a little sweet but  it adds fiber etc without adding gluten.

squash

Bon apetite!

By the way, if you’re ever interested in learning about the values and benefits of veggies, you might want to check out self nutrition data or the world’s healthiest foods sites for more info.

 

recipe for bagel bite eggs

Written By: witchypo - Nov• 24•13

I was scrounging for breakfast one day and found a bagel, a couple of eggs, some cheese, and some veggie scraps. The question at that point, though, was how to make that little bit of food feed two adults?

My solution was to shave the bagel into thin ‘chips’ and broil them on a cookie tin until they were brown.

bagel bite eggs

While they cooked, I saute’d a bit of garlic, onion, peppers, and mushrooms. Then, I whipped the three eggs with about 1/3 cup water and poured them over the veggies. As they cooked, I stirred them until they were well mixed, light, and fluffy.

bagel bite eggs

Just before they were done, I divided the bagel bits between two plates, and then poured the egg and veggie mix over them. I topped both plates with a sprinkle of grated cheddar, and viola!

bagel bite eggs

Breakfast, she is done!

Remember that this kind of breakfast is great because…

– you can ‘make do‘ with a wide variety of ingredients (at various times I’ve used black olives, hot peppers, pumpernickel bread, shrimp, turkey, etc.  )

– it lets you use up left overs and scraps before they ‘go bad’

– it’s flexible enough that you can tailor it to your health needs like using crimini or portobello mushrooms instead of meat for veggie-heads or dieters, using a rice based bagel or bread to avoid gluten, or throwing in kale, spinach, and lean chicken for people who need high protein meals

– it looks ‘appetizing‘ and it’s very filling!