or- things that when we are happy, we will think about and it will reverse the happiness.
or- maybe only neurotic people like myself think this way.
So many people I know live in la la land. They would never admit that something bothers them. And maybe nothing bothers any of them. That could be. Maybe they have clear skin, perfect hair, no bloating.
I want to discuss what bothers me, thinking that there might be a few people out there that can relate. Right?
Acne scarring
I am having some onset of adult acne. It is out of control. Dermatologist appointment has been set and it's still weeks away. Why is it so hard to get in to see a dermatologist? Maybe the world is so stressed that dandruff and boils are out of control.
I have very sensitive skin, so even if I didn't touch the blemishes like we're not suppose to, it is still a candidate for scarring.
I found this article that discusses natural remedies.
This article says to use basil on acne. This article also has many solutions.
I haven't tried any of the remedies, I'll let you know if I do. But if my dermatologist gives me a prescription, I'm tossing the lemons and olive oil...well, I'll put them in a salad instead of on my face.
How to Know if the Eggs Have Gone Bad
No, I'm not talking about your ovaries.
If you're like me sometimes you're in the mood for eggs, sometimes not. And that usually means you don't go through all 12 eggs by the expiration date.
I buy the cage free eggs (run free chicken!) and they cost a little extra. So I don't want to toss them out at some arbitrary expiration date (how would the company know the exact date the eggs would go bad?).
I have read that you can still eat eggs beyond the expiration date. This goes against my neurotic, germaphobe ways. But it is inticing for my thrifty self.
Here is an article on how to tell if the eggs have gone bad.
I just put two eggs with a June 26 expiration in water and they balanced on the small end, which according to that site means they are three weeks old. By expiration date they would only be four days. Now I'm all confused.
If you're like me sometimes you're in the mood for eggs, sometimes not. And that usually means you don't go through all 12 eggs by the expiration date.
I buy the cage free eggs (run free chicken!) and they cost a little extra. So I don't want to toss them out at some arbitrary expiration date (how would the company know the exact date the eggs would go bad?).
I have read that you can still eat eggs beyond the expiration date. This goes against my neurotic, germaphobe ways. But it is inticing for my thrifty self.
Here is an article on how to tell if the eggs have gone bad.
I just put two eggs with a June 26 expiration in water and they balanced on the small end, which according to that site means they are three weeks old. By expiration date they would only be four days. Now I'm all confused.
Poopie Loves Talking 'Bout Products
Product Talk-
Deodorant
I admit that my family has some highly active pits. We've come to accept it. I tried Tom's of Maine and it didn't seem to put a dent in whatever kind of near radioactive flavor I've got going on under there (ok, it's really not that bad). But, I'm thinking I'll have to give it another try after reading this:
Methylparaben was found in by far the highest levels in the breast tumors.Read more here.
Sunblock
I have been using Jason's sunscreen for the face. Jason or J/A/S/O/N (don't know what that's about) is a natural company. It isn't oily, which I like. But, it does clump a little when you first apply it. I found if you put a serum on first, that helps.
Here is the Green Guide's tips on choosing a sunscreen.
Guy Friend Advice
I was having drinks with a guy friend from the college days. We never dated. There was a week in college when I thought I liked him but I snapped out of it. Great guy, just never thought of him like that except for that week.
He was telling me about the four cats him and his wife have. I told him I had two.
Him: When you start dating, be sure and tell them that you got the cats when you were dating your ex-boyfriend.
Me: Uh, ok.
Me: But your wife had three cats when you met that she got on her own.
Him: She was 24.
Me: Ah, got it.
Sad that's the way it is, but at least he was being honest.
He was telling me about the four cats him and his wife have. I told him I had two.
Him: When you start dating, be sure and tell them that you got the cats when you were dating your ex-boyfriend.
Me: Uh, ok.
Me: But your wife had three cats when you met that she got on her own.
Him: She was 24.
Me: Ah, got it.
Sad that's the way it is, but at least he was being honest.
I Have Bacon Salt!
The nice people at Bacon Salt emailed me! They were concerned that I had trouble locating the salt. I told them which stores I tried, and they emailed me back saying they had called one of the stores and the Bacon Salt was there.I went to that store again today and looked in the spice aisle. Looked where all the other salts were. No Bacon Salt.
I approached a couple of employees and they had to call management, since they thought it would be in the spice aisle also. Turns out it's by the meat. Now, since I find Bacon Salt tasty on so many non-meat items, might be good to put some away from the meat and in the spice aisle (I know, I'm bossy).
They didn't have the Natural Bacon Salt which I would like to try, so I might be ordering that online.
Thanks Bacon Salt for the great customer service! You are the first product on Poopie's Favorite Things list (see right, and yes I'm totally copying Oprah).
My late night snack:
I found myself putting Bacon Salt in a dish, licking Ritz crackers and putting the crackers in the salt like it was a margarita glass. Bacon Salt Ritz!
People Hate My Nuggets
I don't give out a ton of advice, but when I read something that makes me think of someone, I let them know. I call the bits o' advice "nuggets". Tres cheesy, I know. But I give someone a nugget, and that's it. I don't bug them about it. What they choose to do with it is up to them.
For some reason, I don't think people like this.
A friend has Crohn's Disease (intestinal inflammation...I know you're wondering if I talk about anything but bathroom issues). She doesn't like talking about natural ways to deal with it and almost is pissed if I say anything.
I asked her recently if people with Crohn's should have fiber or not. She didn't know. Well, she said "it depends". Well, from what I've read this should be something people with Crohn's really pay attention to. She's had Crohn's for over ten years and she doesn't know.
I found this site that discusses natural remedies. That's my nugget for the day.
For some reason, I don't think people like this.
A friend has Crohn's Disease (intestinal inflammation...I know you're wondering if I talk about anything but bathroom issues). She doesn't like talking about natural ways to deal with it and almost is pissed if I say anything.
I asked her recently if people with Crohn's should have fiber or not. She didn't know. Well, she said "it depends". Well, from what I've read this should be something people with Crohn's really pay attention to. She's had Crohn's for over ten years and she doesn't know.
I found this site that discusses natural remedies. That's my nugget for the day.
Bacon Salt- Why Do You Allude Me?
I have gone to several local stores, that are listed on Bacon Salt's website. None be found! Today I went to a store and it was torn down! The store was demolished. Why must I try so hard for some Bacon Salt???
And the Polenta Again
This IBS flare (although my neurosis has me worried it may be something worse) caused me to miss dinner with friends. It was a sit-in-traffic car ride a good half hour away and I couldn't risk the IBS unknown. Besides, my friend was picking me up and she has a nice car. Didn't want to soil the seats.
Of course after I said I couldn't go, there was no urgency like I had dreaded, and I could've gone after all. But I think many people with IBS will agree, that is the frustration of it all- you never know.
So, I got out the last of the polenta roll, smushed it up, put black beans, olives and cheese ontop and baked. After it was out of the oven I put avocado with jalapeno hot sauce on it. (I am waiting to see the outcome of the hot sauce...)
It was edible, and definitely something you wouldn't share. It just doesn't look appealing. There is some leftover, and I will perform my ritual of putting it in the fridge even if I don't intend to eat it again.
Because polenta is a soluble fiber, I might have to eat more of it if this flare continues. So, I can't say goodbye to the polenta for now. If only I had some Bacon Salt!
Of course after I said I couldn't go, there was no urgency like I had dreaded, and I could've gone after all. But I think many people with IBS will agree, that is the frustration of it all- you never know.
So, I got out the last of the polenta roll, smushed it up, put black beans, olives and cheese ontop and baked. After it was out of the oven I put avocado with jalapeno hot sauce on it. (I am waiting to see the outcome of the hot sauce...)
It was edible, and definitely something you wouldn't share. It just doesn't look appealing. There is some leftover, and I will perform my ritual of putting it in the fridge even if I don't intend to eat it again.
Because polenta is a soluble fiber, I might have to eat more of it if this flare continues. So, I can't say goodbye to the polenta for now. If only I had some Bacon Salt!
Polenta...Again.
Once that tube of polenta is opened, I feel compelled to eat it all. Especially with record-high corn prices.
I suppose tomorrow I will try and make a polenta tamale. I'm not much of a cook, but I can dump ingredients ontop of corn meal mush, and heat.
I thought I could go one day without shopping but I found myself at the drugstore trying to find Bacon Salt.
The drugstore didn't have it, so I thought I should buy something and bought acne cream. I thought when I got older I wouldn't still get acne. Guess not.
Bacon Salt would've been a delicious addition to my polenta, but I have yet to find it in a local store. This annoys me for a couple of reasons- Bacon Salt is made locally, and thus should be everywhere. I want it at Starbucks. Everywhere. Also, the Bacon Salt website lists the stores you can buy it at and the drugstore is listed, as well as another store I have tried.
After I got on their website, I see they've added a Natural Bacon Salt with no gluten or soy. I must try this. I suppose I will buy online, although I am annoyed that their store finder isn't accurate.
Why oh why tasty Bacon Salt, aren't you in a local store?
I suppose tomorrow I will try and make a polenta tamale. I'm not much of a cook, but I can dump ingredients ontop of corn meal mush, and heat.
I thought I could go one day without shopping but I found myself at the drugstore trying to find Bacon Salt.
The drugstore didn't have it, so I thought I should buy something and bought acne cream. I thought when I got older I wouldn't still get acne. Guess not.
Bacon Salt would've been a delicious addition to my polenta, but I have yet to find it in a local store. This annoys me for a couple of reasons- Bacon Salt is made locally, and thus should be everywhere. I want it at Starbucks. Everywhere. Also, the Bacon Salt website lists the stores you can buy it at and the drugstore is listed, as well as another store I have tried.
After I got on their website, I see they've added a Natural Bacon Salt with no gluten or soy. I must try this. I suppose I will buy online, although I am annoyed that their store finder isn't accurate.
Why oh why tasty Bacon Salt, aren't you in a local store?
Ok, I Didn't Have Chamomille Tea
About ten minutes into Basic Instinct 2 and I knew I would need something stronger. I found a miniature Bailey's in the cupboard and made a drink.
The movie is dreadful. Sharon Stone looks to have bought some breasts, and there is a scene where there really isn't any doubt that they are fake. Maybe on thin women they look really obvious? (like Demi Moore in Striptease).
That was my Saturday night.
I still had the IBS pain, so it's not like I was up for partying. But even if I was, my friends are all married or don't go out. I need to somehow find a social life. oy.
The movie is dreadful. Sharon Stone looks to have bought some breasts, and there is a scene where there really isn't any doubt that they are fake. Maybe on thin women they look really obvious? (like Demi Moore in Striptease).
That was my Saturday night.
I still had the IBS pain, so it's not like I was up for partying. But even if I was, my friends are all married or don't go out. I need to somehow find a social life. oy.
Finally, Basic Instinct 2 Is On Cable
I pay way too much for cable. I was just talked into some plan where now I get everything, and pay less than before. I have no idea how that happened. Yet, with all the channels I find very few movies interest me. I have watched The Prestige so many times (hi hunky cute foxy men). Now I'm on an Ocean's 13 streak (hi hunky cute foxy men).
I have been wanting to watch Basic Instinct 2. Not only is it not available On Demand like most movies (free if you have a subscription to the channel), but it is on at weird times like Tuesday 2am. My DVR is on the fritz (hi unhunky Comcast product).
Tonight it is on in a few minutes. Normally I would pop open a refreshing brew, but I'm trying to be good IBS person and will have- chamomille tea. Yawn.
I have been wanting to watch Basic Instinct 2. Not only is it not available On Demand like most movies (free if you have a subscription to the channel), but it is on at weird times like Tuesday 2am. My DVR is on the fritz (hi unhunky Comcast product).
Tonight it is on in a few minutes. Normally I would pop open a refreshing brew, but I'm trying to be good IBS person and will have- chamomille tea. Yawn.
And I Said I Wouldn't Eat Polenta Ever Again
While reading up on what is good to eat while having an IBS flare (and it's basically nothing tasty, caffeinated or alcoholic) I noticed polenta was on the list.
About ten years ago I was low on dough, and would eat the same thing for dinner several days in a row. One tube of polenta later and I didn't think I would ever be able to eat it again. In fact, when a friend asked if I bought the Into the Wild Soundtrack with Eddie Vedder I compared his voice to polenta- had too much of it, needed a break. (I was a huge Pearl Jam fan back in ye ol day)
Tonight I fried up some polenta and added a fried egg and some avocado. We'll see if the tum can handle it.
About ten years ago I was low on dough, and would eat the same thing for dinner several days in a row. One tube of polenta later and I didn't think I would ever be able to eat it again. In fact, when a friend asked if I bought the Into the Wild Soundtrack with Eddie Vedder I compared his voice to polenta- had too much of it, needed a break. (I was a huge Pearl Jam fan back in ye ol day)
Tonight I fried up some polenta and added a fried egg and some avocado. We'll see if the tum can handle it.
IBS Ain't For Wimps
I'm in the midst of an IBS flare. I think it was triggered by some food poisoning (green liquid shooting out of the arse) and some stress. It's probably been about a month since liquid green incident. Once triggered, an IBS flare can last for various amounts of time.
If you're wondering what IBS is consider yourself lucky. The rest of you that can relate (what- 1 in 4 Americans?) on some level will understand the anxiety near shats in a store can bring.
My therapist also has IBS, and so I spent some of my precious therapy hour discussing gas, constipation, diarrhea. She recommended I go to the local natural university dispensary. (I should mention my naturopath is on vacation, and did leave me a product for GI health...but I think I needed something specifically for the abdominal pain)
At said dispensary I went to the...uh...dispensorists? they're not pharmacists so I don't know what they're called. Two guys younger than me had a "you go...no you go" discussion about helping me. Makes you feel so good about yourself.
The young guy walked back with me and I explained that I was having an IBS flare. I wasn't embarassed at all. With all the poking and prodding this body has endure by the health care community, discussing this didn't seem like a big deal. I finally settled on a product and as I hand it to the person behind the register, realize it is called "gas and bloating". No nice herbal name for it. Sigh. This IBS stuff ain't for wimps.
If you're wondering what IBS is consider yourself lucky. The rest of you that can relate (what- 1 in 4 Americans?) on some level will understand the anxiety near shats in a store can bring.
My therapist also has IBS, and so I spent some of my precious therapy hour discussing gas, constipation, diarrhea. She recommended I go to the local natural university dispensary. (I should mention my naturopath is on vacation, and did leave me a product for GI health...but I think I needed something specifically for the abdominal pain)
At said dispensary I went to the...uh...dispensorists? they're not pharmacists so I don't know what they're called. Two guys younger than me had a "you go...no you go" discussion about helping me. Makes you feel so good about yourself.
The young guy walked back with me and I explained that I was having an IBS flare. I wasn't embarassed at all. With all the poking and prodding this body has endure by the health care community, discussing this didn't seem like a big deal. I finally settled on a product and as I hand it to the person behind the register, realize it is called "gas and bloating". No nice herbal name for it. Sigh. This IBS stuff ain't for wimps.
Poopie and the Medical Mystery- Part 1
When I was just out of college, over ten years ago, and starting a job as a receptionist, I began getting sick. Many people would say this is because I was stressed. At the time (and until recently) I would get furious. I was stressed in college also. This wasn't stress, I insisted.
From what I can remember, my first symptom was a bladder infection. It was the first time I had gotten one and it was horrible. I was playing in a soccer league and I would have to go to the bathroom- no pee would come out. As soon as I would leave the bathroom, I would feel like I had to go again. I remember some guy from the soccer team joking about my bladder.
I went to the urgent care clinic at a hospital (can't remember why- was it the weekend? did I not have a primary care physician?) and given antibiotics. It would be several more visits and antibiotics before the bladder infection would go away. An older friend of mine said his daughter had something similar, so I thought it was some kind of bug.
Even after the initial bladder infection went away (seems to me it was a few months...most go away after a week of antibiotics I thought), I still had issues with my bladder. It felt inflammed, or just odd. I was a receptionist that had to basically ask for permission to pee, so that was extra tough.
More symptoms followed, including one that is still with me. And I remember the very night I first felt it- during Schindler's List.
to be continued
From what I can remember, my first symptom was a bladder infection. It was the first time I had gotten one and it was horrible. I was playing in a soccer league and I would have to go to the bathroom- no pee would come out. As soon as I would leave the bathroom, I would feel like I had to go again. I remember some guy from the soccer team joking about my bladder.
I went to the urgent care clinic at a hospital (can't remember why- was it the weekend? did I not have a primary care physician?) and given antibiotics. It would be several more visits and antibiotics before the bladder infection would go away. An older friend of mine said his daughter had something similar, so I thought it was some kind of bug.
Even after the initial bladder infection went away (seems to me it was a few months...most go away after a week of antibiotics I thought), I still had issues with my bladder. It felt inflammed, or just odd. I was a receptionist that had to basically ask for permission to pee, so that was extra tough.
More symptoms followed, including one that is still with me. And I remember the very night I first felt it- during Schindler's List.
to be continued
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