Archives for the month of: September, 2008

after viewing last week’s map (psst, scroll down) you may be asking: who cares about lyme disease?  where can I find someone who will check me for ticks?  well, this map clearly explains that they’re in rural areas and on the west coast.  note that my current city of choice (which i’m not committed to) has one of the biggest overpopulations of women.  men of DC, take this opportunity to ask a girl out.  ladies, who is up for a move to Denver or San Diego?  hmmm?


“I want to say I’m sorry for treating you bad the past couple years. I was in my mid-twenties and I was going through a lot of stuff. I think I never really processed 9/11.”

all the sudden, i’m a lyme activist.  i’m stuck between two sides of a chasm of differing ideas about testing, progression, and treatment.  it’s wild.  on the one side is the ISDA and CDC who believe that Lyme disease is not a big deal, can be treated with 4 weeks of oral antibiotics and has no long-lasting late chronic consequences.  On the other side is ILADS who believe that Lyme as a persistent chronic infection with neurological consequences that must be treated with months of aggressive antibiotic therapy.  i am now an activist because my insurance completely denied my claim for treatment and are not even covering the obligatory 4 weeks. i’m shocked and have shifted my battle from the bacteria alone to the bacteria and my insurance company, the current CDC standards for testing and treatment, and people who “don’t believe” in late chronic lyme despite evidence to the contrary.

i’m totally being erin brockovich.  i called the local news, i called 2 representatives (my district and the adjoining one, who is a lyme sympathizer), one state rep, my senator and i’ve called insurance 3 times and my doctor has had 2 peer-to-peer reviews with my insurance.  it’s crazy.

i love ideas.  this concept is really fascinating to me and explains our collectively fractured interests and tastes in the last 20 years.  just click on the picture and read the article.  it’s great.

hey guys,
i start my iv antibiotics today. i’m not looking forward to it. can you pray that
1) i wouldn’t be so freaked out
2) my reaction wouldn’t be too bad
3) that the antibiotics would work and kill all the bad baceteria (and it wouldn’t go into a dormant phase)
4) that my body would be able to recover between

they’re going to hit my body really hard with antibiotics for 4 days straight, then i’ll have 3 days off. like in boxing, where you go back to your corner and a guy massages your shoulders and the girls in bikinis come out. mark’s already volunteered to be one of those. i think the guy in the corner is named probiotics and i’ll have to chug yogurt before the next round. something like that.

I love condiments. This is my new favorite kind of salsa. it’s perfect for people on a candida/yeast-free diet b/c it uses apple cider vinegar which isn’t distilled. it tastes fantastic. and there’s no junk in it at all. yum.

click through this interesting report on logo trends from Graphic Design USA. Even if you’re not a designer, it’s a really pleasant trip through colors and shapes and communication.

I was slurping pho with my friend on Saturday and we were speculating about our futures and where we’d be in a few years when I mentioned my favorite metaphor for Washington DC.  My relationship with this city is like dating someone I don’t really like.  An overly self-assured late 20/early 30something.  Someone a little like Ryan from the Office.

You see, DC always seems to be on the defensive, trying to get me to prove myself.  Oh, you think you can park here?  no, you’re wrong.  Did you want to cross the city between 5 and 7?  no, you can’t.  You wanted to merge into my lane of traffic?  I don’t think so.  I know i’ve written about this before, but DC is no place to rest.  It’s a place for striving, for showing how competent and fast and self-assured you are.  DC doesn’t take no, or even later, for an answer.

More than this, DC is not a city I’m sure I want to commit to.  I mean, he looks good to people back home–successful, hard-working, polite enough, but, really, I don’t think I want to spend the rest of my life here.  It’s not him, it’s me.  but it’s also him.

In conclusion, DC (and by extension, NoVa) and I have a tenuous relationship.  I’m glad to be together for now, but I’m not sure how long it will last.  after it’s all over, i know we’ll be able to just be friends.

i keep thinking that life is going to get easy.  really easy.  like one day i’ll magically wake up and feel rested and want to make myself healthy food and then go to work and have an effortless commute and lots of friends and lasting love and endless happiness.  i really think that, somewhere in my subconscious, because whenever it gets thwarted, i get a little angry.  it’s strange: i’m very aware of our fallen world, yet i keep looking for eden.

and yet, life is still good, right now.  it’s just that the joys and sorrows are mixed together.  I find out I don’t have MS and the next day my car gets broken into.  i feel like i’m done grieving one loss, then another triggers the pain again.  things just keep getting better and worse at the same time.  it’s strange.  i guess i’ll just try to enjoy that life keeps offering the good and the bad together.  and i’ll look forward to the bad being redeemed in a dramatic awesome way that outshines all of the good i’ve experienced so far.

Ready or not, here it comes!

This morning, I walked into the beautiful outdoors and felt the beginnings of another hot summer day, only with one addition: curled yellow leaves sprinkled on my car and crunching under my feet.  We’ve passed through labor day into September and into fall.  I’m a little shocked to see summer wave goodbye.

I am looking forward to cordouroy and pumpkin pie, to scarves and dark brown hair and the excitement and rest that come with changing seasons.