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On a quest for better health
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Iâm not making any this year. Â Iâm not tempting fate.
Iâd love to resolve not to have any surgeries this year, but we all know how *that* went last year.
So, if youâre planning on making New Yearâs resolutions this year, I recommend this post by J. D. Roth about goal setting that leads to greater chances of success.
Wishing you a healthy 2018!
As a military family, we love Christmas cards [and Hanukkah cards, and Kwanzaa cards, and Festivus â whatever you want to send us!] Â We have friends and family slung all over the globe, and itâs a great way to keep in touch. Â We get pictures and letters and cards updating us on the events of our tribeâs lives. Â [Even got a spreadsheet last year!]
Plus, once a year you have a great incentive to make sure you have the correct address for your nomadic acquaintances.
But, you know, what with all the *other* holiday activities, sometimes our cards didnât get sent until the next summer â if at all. Â When my health declined, the cards did not get sent for several years. Â [Which means, if youâre not diligent, you start to lose touch with people who have moved, possibly several times, in the interim.]
So last year (2016), we were inspired by Mrs. Frugalwoodâs example to send Christmas postcards.  Great idea!  Less time, less money, less effort.  We ordered and sent personalized postcards, with a custom photo, in December, and kept in touch with everyone.  Huzzah!
However.  This year (2017) things did not go as smoothly.
Wait. Â Say again?
Yup, you heard me correctly. Â This year I had an allergic reaction to the postcards. Â Same company as last year. Â Donât know why, except that I have become increasingly more sensitive to odors and fragrances ever since that âunfortunate incidentâ at the VA. Â All I know is when I took the postcards back out of the package to address them, the smell was overwhelming. Â I sat near one of our air purifiers and tried to get them done, but by the time Iâd addressed 20 postcards I had a raging headache, couldnât stop coughing and clearing my throat, had itchy, watery eyes, and was starting to itch on all of my exposed skin. Â Time to abort this mission.
Spousal Unit will probably finish addressing the cards (most likely using computer printed address labels, thus limiting exposure to the cards), although they will definitely be late this year.
And then it looks like weâll transition to e-mailed holidays greetings next year. Â Even less expensive, although taking the same amount of time to write the message. Â Better for the planet too.
A bit less fun than cards that can sit on the mantel (or wherever you display them) or pictures you can put on your fridge or bulletin board.
But a better option than being taken out of action for a day (or two, or three).
Bottom Line: Are the holidays stressing you out? Â Costing too much? Â Making you ill? Â Eliminate the B.S.! Â
Find ways to reduce stress, expenses, and, especially, expectations. Â That might be sending postcards instead of traditional greeting cards. Â It might be emailing photos and greetings instead of mailing them. Â Or you might decide to call or video message or Skype/Facetime/etc. a few close friends and family instead.
Donât lose sight of the big picture: celebrating your familyâs holy days (if applicable), maintaining and sustaining relationships, and living a healthy, sustainable (in every sense of the word) lifestyle.
Most of the over-the-top Pinterest-y type stuff you see on the internet is just another way for the advertisers to part you from more of your money. Â You donât have to be a Grinch, but donât be a chump either.
Decide, along with your significant other, what makes you happy at the holidays.  (Maybe give the kids a vote, maybe not.)  Examine why you do all the things you do: Tradition?  âWeâve always done it that way?â  The neighbors are doing it, so we have to compete/keep up?  Figure out what is essential to your health and happiness, and do only that.  As for the rest?
Take a deep breath, relax, and eliminate. đ
Happy Holidays from Crew Dog & the gang at One Sick Vet.
Time was, most men carried a bandana or a handkerchief (depending on whether they were country folk or city folk).  Most women carried handkerchiefs too.  But, somewhere along the way, cloth handkerchiefs fell out of favor and were replaced by disposable paper ones.  However, I have decided that what my life was missing was a bandana, and I have decided to bring them back.
The idea began, as many good ideas do, over lunch. Â
While researching safety razors, I had discovered a new (to me) Zero Waste blog: Kathrynâs blog, âGoing Zero Waste.â Â After noodling around on her blog a bit, I had gone to the archives and started reading my way through her posts chronologically.
[I have been reading Zero Waste blogs for some time, beginning with the woman who started the genre: Bea Johnson and her blog âZero Waste Home.â Â Ideally, I aspire to create less and less waste until I would approach zero waste. Â However, my ability to live a zero waste lifestyle tends to wax and wane depending upon my health.]
Newly reinvigorated by Kathrynâs example and enthusiasm, I set out to do my grocery shopping armed with my zero waste shopping kit and my Kleen Kanteen full of drinking water. Â Having completed my shopping, I decided to eat out at a restaurant that uses real plates. Â Since I had my own water bottle, I was able to avoid the plastic disposable cup with plastic disposable straw in a paper disposable wrapper. Â In fact, my entire lunch was waste free except for the sandwich toothpicks (with frilly plastic decorative ends) â and the paper napkin.
Suddenly, I was determined to stop wasting paper napkins.  I remembered Kathryn saying in her blog that she carries reusable straws, cloth napkins, etc. in her bag, but Iâm not ready to start carrying a pic-i-nic basket with me everywhere I go.  And most cloth napkins are pretty bulky to be carrying around in oneâs pocket, just in case.  So I ponderedâŚand ponderedâŚ
And then I had a flash of inspiration: Bandanas! Â Large but thin, and *made* to be carried around in a pocket. Â Not only could I easily carry a bandana around with me, but itâs also multipurpose. Â A bandana can be a handkerchief, a napkin (not necessarily in that order), a dust mask, a head band, or even a make-shift tourniquet. Â *And* I could wrap up the remains of a sandwich or a generous helping of potato chips in a bandana as well, thus avoiding a disposable food carton. Â (Anyone else remember learning how to make a hobo sack on a stick in scouting?)

I am well pleased with my elegant (in the engineering sense of the word) solution. Â Bandanas are lightweight and multipurpose. Â I have selected some that are 100% cotton (beware! some are made of polyester these days), and intend to use them to replace disposable products such as tissue paper and paper napkins, thus saving the planet and my bank account.
There are a variety of designs, including traditional cowboy paisley, and several sizes. Â I have selected a traditional 22âł x 22âł size, although you can also get them in 27âł square. Â If you shop around a little bit, you can buy a bandana for less than $1. Â I call that a pretty good deal.
Why is this a health hack?  1. Less garbage.  2.  Most disposable paper products are made using toxic chemicals, including bleach.  3.  More money to spend on healthy food, healthy products, or to invest in a healthy savings/investment account.  Financial security is very good for your health!  4.  You never know when you might need an emergency tourniquetâŚ
In fact, hereâs an entire blog post on survival uses for a bandana. Â Awesome!
Now go and buy yourself a bandana â Tell âem Crew Dog sent you. đ  Might even still be time to grab some as stocking stuffers⌠ Heck, maybe weâll start a stampede.
Some things in life are intimidating when you first attempt them â like jumping out of an airplane, getting Botox injections, or using a safety razor.
Backstory: I started using a cartridge razor (the kind with the disposable heads [cartridges] but permanent handle) decades ago.  I was thoroughly, completely, and in every other way satisfied with my razor.  And then disaster struck. Â
I dropped my razor one time too many, and a tiny plastic piece broke off â a piece which, it turns out, was critical to keeping the cartridge heads in place. Â I tried to keep using my trusty razor, but the head kept coming off while I was shaving â not ideal, to say the least.
Since I had a significant cache of cartridges (bought on sale at the BX/PX), and I had always been happy with my razor, my first thought was to buy a replacement handle. Â No joy.
It turns out that those handles are no longer being manufactured.  Furthermore, I could not find one on Amazon, eBay, or anywhere else on the internet.  In fact, I discovered that replacing that particular handle was a  Holy Grail quest.
My search led me to shaving forums â oh, yes, there are multiple forums online, on which shaving enthusiasts debate the relative merits of cartridge razors vs. safety razors, various shaving brushes, shaving soaps/foams, and even razor blades. Â It turns out, my cartridge razor, unbeknownst to me, is considered one of the last good ones, before the handles became all plastic, and the cartridges kept sprouting more and more and more blades.
People from all over the world were searching for replacement handles for my razor, but the lucky few who had found them were not parting with them. Â Even individuals who nearly exclusively shave with safety razors or even straight razors clung to their [brand name] cartridge razors for travel, or just nostalgia.
Having failed to procure a replacement handle for the worldâs best cartridge razor, I turned to Plan B.  Although cartridge razors generate less garbage than plastic disposable razors, the cartridges are still thrown away after use.  But safety razors only generate used steel razor blades, which can be recycled (please use a blade bank or a tin can to safely house the blades when you recycle them â donât cut some poor unsuspecting person or animal who encounters your used blades to shreds!)
I had long been thinking that if anything ever happened to the worldâs best cartridge razor, I would switch to a safety razor. Â Many people who are trying to reduce the amount of garbage they generate and the impact they have on the planet have switched to them â safety razors are typically all metal, and generate no plastic waste at all.
The process of selecting a safety razor to purchase was arduous â I read blog posts, search engine results, and many, many, shaving forum discussions. Â I did not find a safety razor with the same handle length as the best cartridge razor in the world. Â My cartridge razor is 5 inches from the top of the cartridge head to the end of the handle, and has always felt very good in my hand. Â I could not find any safety razor this long. Â The best I could find was 4 1/8 inches from the top to the end of the handle.
Having selected the razor, I then needed to select blades.  I learned that quality razor blades are made in many countries: Sweden, Germany, Egypt, Russia, Israel â even the U.S.  According to the forums, some brands of razor blade are âmore aggressiveâ than others.  This is important if you have sensitive skin or if you are a beginner.
One of the significant differences between cartridge razors and safety razors is that the head of a cartridge razor swivels to maintain a fairly constant angle between the blade(s) and your skin. Â Safety razors, on the other hand, hold the blade in a fixed position, and the human must adjust the blade angle manually in response to the changing contours of the surface being shaved. Â Fortunately, since humans have wrists, this is fairly easy to do.
However, there can be a bit of a learning curve during the transition from cartridge razors to safety razors. Â Therefore, the forums recommended beginning with a âmilderâ or âless aggressiveâ blade. Â I narrowed my list of possible blades down to two, and ultimately ordered the brand that could be delivered to me on the same day as the new razor.
The initial shave:Â It is a bit intimidating to unwrap the double-edged razor blade and place it in the razor. Â Especially if, like me, you only saw videos of safety razors with butterfly clasps, but the razor you purchased doesnât open that way.
Unable to âopenâ my razor to insert the razor blade, despite my best efforts, I turned to Google, and eventually discovered how to work my razor (the entire head screws off, then it comes apart in two pieces, you insert the blade between the two places, sandwich them together, and screw it back on the handle â carefully).
Having watched several tutorials, I gave it a go, using the same old soap I always use. Â I was pleasantly surprised to discover how easy it was. Â The intimidation was for nothing â the hair disappeared easily, with fewer strokes than I was used to making, and I didnât nick myself at all. Â Although I started out slowly, I soon was shaving with my normal speed.
Although there were a few moments when I missed the handle length of my old trusty cartridge razor, overall I was very pleased with my new safety razor. Â Iâd call it a successful experiment that will lead to a lifestyle change and less plastic in the landfill (and everywhere else plastic migrates).
Why is this a health hack? Â 1. No plastic. Â 2. Â No garbage. Â 3. Many people report less razor burn and fewer ingrown hairs with the use of a safety razor. Â 4. Â Less expensive â so you can spend your money on quality food, exercise, or other healthy things (or invest it in a retirement fund).
Intimidated by the thought of trying a safety razor? Â Hereâs a tutorial for men:
And hereâs one for women.  (Thereâs an article and an imbedded video at this link.)
Have you tried a safety razor? Â Why or why not?
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My entire life has changed as a result of having a chronic disabling health condition. Â Here are some of the ways Iâve become like a stereotypical Millennial as a result:
To read more about Millennial research, see here.
To see how Millennial you are, take this quiz.
According to the quiz, I am 76% Millennial, while a typical Gen Xâer is only 33% Millennial. Â If I had a piercing or a tatt, I would have scored even higher. Â (I intended to get my first tattoo this year, but, you guessed it, allergic!) Â Having a tattoo would have made me 84% Millennial.
How has living with a chronic disabling illness or injury changed you? Â How Millennial are you (and why/why not)?
When I first fell and injured my arm, I went to my local military treatment facility for care. Â As part of the paperwork, I reported that the injury was due to a slip-and-fall. Â The paperwork seemed to indicate that since the injury occurred outside the U.S, the government would not pursue compensation from the resort. Â I heard nothing further for three years.
No news is not good news, in the legal world.
After my fourth surgery to repair the damage from that fall, I again received paperwork from the government. Â They stated that they were withholding payment to my surgeon until I completed the same form I had originally completed, detailing how and where the injury occurred. Â Thinking this was odd, since I had already completed the paperwork over three years ago, I nevertheless completed the form again, and sent it in. Â Again, I assumed that would be the end of the matter.
You know what they say about assuming thingsâŚ
In addition to letters from the surgeonâs office inquiring as why my bill has not been paid, I have now received a letter from the Air Force Legal Operations Agency (AFLOA) threatening legal action against me, and suggesting that I should possibly retain my own lawyer.  In addition to the previous DD Form 2527 that I submitted, AFLOA is demanding I also submit âthe attached MCRP QuestionnaireâŚwithin 30 days.â  There are also threats of notification of First Sergeant or Commander if I am still active duty and do not return the form within 30 days.
So now, in addition to dealing with rehabilitation of the arm, beginning physical therapy for the knees, and pursuing diagnosis of the chronic, debilitating disorder from which I suffer, I need to defend myself against legal action from the Air Force because they do not want to pay for the health benefits Spousal Unit and I earned in active duty service to our country.
When the accident occurred, I remember being grateful that I had excellent medical coverage. Â After the malpractice that occurred in the militaryâs treatment of my arm, and the current threatened legal action in an attempt not to pay for my treatment, I no longer consider my medical coverage excellent.
The deterioration of medical coverage for veterans, currently serving military members, and their families is a breach of contracts, both actual and psychological, that the government agreed to with members of the armed forces, in exchange for their selfless service. Â We were promised full healthcare coverage for life. Â Those benefits were earned through blood, sweat, and tears. Â But they are being eroded. Â The government is not living up to their end of the agreement.
Threatening to sue veterans because their treatment has become too expensive is disgraceful.  No veteran, service member, or family member should have to add the anxiety of threatened legal action (by the branch of service in which they selflessly served) to the burden of being sick or injured.  No veteran, service member, or family member should have to worry that their health benefits will be denied, or that their assets will be taken from them.
Does anyone know a lawyer with expertise in this area? Â Apparently I have to defend myself against the Air Force. Â Apparently the greatest fight of my life will not be in defense OF my country, but in defense FROM my country. Â May God help us all.
Just a quick update today. Â Hopefully more detailed post to follow.
The latest shoulder surgery seems to have gone very well. Â Range of motion recovery is 3 months ahead of schedule, according to the orthopedic surgeon. Â There is soreness during and after physical therapy, but the pain is gone. Â The scars are also healing very nicely. Â I am hopeful that this will have been the last surgery on this arm. Â (The fourth time is the charm?)
Meanwhile, my knees have been getting worse. Â (I know I havenât talked about them on the blog before.) Â Due to the drama with the arm, I had been not paying much attention to the fact that I was becoming less able to take short walks and climb up stairs. Â But a friend came to visit recently, and my knees were hurting so much on a short walk we took that we had to seriously reduce our pace. Â And this time, the effects lasted for at least a week. Â Oh, and the stairs â I was hobbling up the stairs at home for at least a week, and some days I would just stay on one floor of the house to avoid the stairs.
Fortunately, I had a (very difficult to get) appointment with the VA not long after that. Â My provider ordered x-rays and physical therapy for my knees, after diagnosing me with pes anserine bursitis upon physical exam. Â And by physical exam, I mean she poked and prodded and twisted my knees until I was excitedly saying âYes, it hurts when you push right there!â and âMy leg doesnât *go* that direction!â
The x-rays have been read, and the report confirms arthritis in both knees as well. Â I already had a diagnosis of osteoarthritis from my VA intake exam, but had not been offered any treatment previously. Â But my knees have deteriorated since then, and I welcome the chance to treat these aching knees.
More to follow soon, I hope, about ways to deal with arthritic knees. Â Two steps forward, one step back.
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My diet (and my life) have gotten complicated. Â I hope to write more about that soon. Â Basically, I have been having allergic-type reactions to many foods I have previously been able to eat, and my diet is very restricted right now.
To go along with that, I have a complicated medicine routine.  My newest medicine has to be taken 4 times a day, on an empty stomach.  So I have a schedule of medications that begins when I wake up and goes throughout the day until I go to sleep, and requires me to deconflict one of my medicines from all the other medicines (and food), and requires that I take the new medication on an empty stomach (no food from 2 hours prior to 30 minutes after).  YeahâŚ
So I wake up, take the empty stomach med, wait 30 minutes, take another med, and eat breakfast, so that 1 hour later I can take my next med. Â Did I mention Iâm not a morning person, and donât function very well when I first wake up?
The LAST thing I feel like doing half an hour after waking up is hassling with breakfast.
I used to eat several hours after waking up, when I had the capacity to deal with making food. Â But now when I eat is dictated by my medicine schedule. Â And what I eat is dictated by my allergic-type reactions.
Currently, I am having a drink for breakfast that we jokingly call âGreen Slime.â Â (You would probably call it green juice, or a green smoothie.) Â We call it green slime because it looks like duckweed:

The recipe comes from one of the low histamine chef Yasmina Ykelenstamâs cookbooks â she calls it green lemonade, although the recipe includes no lemons.  Itâs mostly green vegetables, with apples as sweetener.  I also add chia seeds, for fiber and protein.
We first tried making green slime in the blender. Â Itâs do-able, but I donât recommend it â for 2 reasons. Â First, itâs hard on the blender motor. Â Second, the consistency is like applesauce, which can be unpleasant to drink if youâre squeamish about textures.
Having determined that I liked green slime in theory, and would likely be drinking more juices, we bought a juicer.  I prefer a minimalist kitchen, and try not to buy extraneous kitchen tools, but this has proven to be a very useful device.  [And the slime is now a juice consistency, rather than an applesauce one.]  But I digressâŚ
Because of my health condition, I need to eat very fresh foods. Â So I canât make green slime the night before and leave it in the fridge overnight. Â Thus, every morning, veggies and fruit need to be chopped and processed through the juicer. Â Working a knife within 1/2 hour of waking is not a good idea when youâre as out-of-it as I am in the morning.
It is highly probable that, left to my own devices, I would starve or die of malnourishment.
Fortunately for me, I am not left to my own devices. Â Spousal Unit wakes up hours earlier than I do (for reasons that are completely inexplicable to me), and is gracious enough to prepare green slime for me every morning, even though Spousal Unit does not drink slime.
Each morning I take my first medicine, wait 30 minutes, take my second medicine, and then stagger out to the kitchen. Â I open the refrigerator door and find a glass of green slime waiting for me.
Which means that Spousal Unit has cut up the fruit and veg, fed it through the juicer, poured the green slime into a glass, added chia seeds, stirred, and left the juice for me â every morning.
And all I have to do is drink it. Â And then take my next medicine an hour later. Â Totally do-able (most days).
And this is why I say âlove is green slime.â Â Thank you, Spousal Unit!
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Iâve been getting diagnostic testing done to determine whether I have an autoimmune or autoinflammatory disorder. So far, some abnormal test results, but no diagnosis.
I had a follow-up appointment with a specialist today. Â [I was hoping for a diagnosis.] Â We were supposed to go over the test results. However, not all of the results have been returned to the specialist. The 24-hr urine collection sample had to be sent to the Mayo Clinic because they have the only lab in the US that can do some of the tests I needed. Â And the results are M.I.A.
My doctor left the exam room, and returned with her nurse, saying, âThis is my awesome nurse, [NAME].â I said, âHello, awesome nurse [NAME]!â The nurse smiled, and responded, âWhere did you take your urine?â
And even though I understood she meant, âWhere did you deliver your urine sample, so we can start tracing it and hopefully get the test results?,â I couldnât help but pause before responding, because what I was thinking was, âNow thereâs a sentence Iâll bet you never thought youâd say before you became a nurse!â
And I also had to resist the urge to respond sarcastically with a list of all the cool places I had taken my urine: amusement park, carnival, swimming poolâŚ
Once my inner dialogue had run its course, I responded with the name of the lab near my home to which I had delivered my specimen, so that they could ship it to the Mayo Clinic.
Hopefully we will be able to track down my test results. Â I would prefer not to do the 24-hr collection again.
In the meantime, hereâs hoping no one asks you: âWhere did you take your urine?â