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Welcome to Debbie's Blatherings, a personal blog where I've been posting since 1997. You can find my archives here: 1997 - 1998 - 1999 - 2000 - 2001 - 2002 - 2003 - 2004 - 2005 - 2006 -2007 - 2008 - 2009 - 2010+ (current archives)

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Monday
Nov292010

Translating The Back Of A Raisin Bran Box

Above: the back of a Raisin Bran Box in Canada right now. I understand that the government is trying to educate people how to read nutrition tables, but I can’t help but think there must have been a better way. Basic message of all the text above seems to be (at least at first glance, and who’s going to read the back of a cereal box that closely??):

15 is a bigger number than 5.

I wonder how many tax dollars went into the planning and execution of this project.

Sunday
Nov282010

Best Massage Therapist In Toronto: Leeanne Koczka

One of my very favorite self-pampering treats is a massage from Sutherland & Chan. Because of the cost, I don't tend to get these very often, though I used to get them more often when I was a programmer/analyst many years ago.

Just recently, however, I was ecstatic to discover that Jeff's insurance covers massage therapy for spouses. So now I treat myself to a Sutherland & Chan massage once every two months, woohoo!

If you're looking for a massage therapist in Toronto who gives fantastic relaxing massages, I strongly recommend Leeanne Koczka at the Sutherland-Chan Clinic at 2030 Yonge (416-484-6688).

Here are just a few of the things I love about Lyanne:

- She has a gentle, soothing voice and manner without being cloying. Her manner is professional without being clinical.

- She's not chatty. Or at least she senses that I never feel like chatting, so I never feel pressured to chitchat.

- She gives the BEST foot and hand massages.

If you're looking for a gift of relaxing pampering for a friend or family member who's been stressed or who just deserves it, I hugely recommend Sutherland-Chan Clinic gift certificate (and tell them to askfor Leeanne)

Sutherland-Chan
2030 Yonge St
Toronto, ON
M4S 1Z9
416-484-6688

 

Wednesday
Nov242010

Allergies, 911 and Paramedics

I had a ton of fun at BoardGameGeek.con (you can see my photos here) this past week, and I’ll be posting more about my experience later. Jeff and I had a bit of a scare last Thursday, however, when I had a bad reaction to something I ate.

I decided to order in room service since I was pretty tired and knew I had a busy evening planned. I decided to order a dish I remembered enjoying at the same hotel last year: the Grilled Chipotle Tuna sandwich (see above). It came with a salad, and I asked for a balsamic vinegar dressing.

A few minutes after I started eating, I felt a headache coming on. I ate some more but then the headache got bad enough that I decided to lie down on the couch. I also felt a bit weird: lightheaded and I could feel my pulse racing. Weird. It never crossed my mind that I was having an allergic reaction; I’ve never had any serious food allergies.

In the hotel room bathroom, I noticed my eyes were bloodshot. I had just gotten over a case of pinkeye, so was baffled (and hugely disappointed) that the pinkeye had come back so suddenly and severely. I texted Jeff, who was playing a game downstairs. He came up shortly after and noticed that my face was very flushed and I had splotchy white and red all over my arms as well as my belly.

Jeff asked me to try walking across the room, but the dizziness was bad enough that I would have fallen if he didn’t grab me. He helped me back to bed, told me to not move, made sure my cellphone was within reach, and hurried down to the front desk. After a few more minutes, I started feeling a lot worse so I called him. The hotel called 911, and Jeff told me that an ambulance was on its way.

Above: list of ingredients I asked the restaurant to send me.

At this point, I admit I was freaking out a little bit. All kinds of weirdstuff flitted through my head, including a tiny thought that was basically, “Holy crap. What if this is it?” My other thought, I am embarrassed to say, was “Holy crap. Paramedics are coming and I'm not wearing any pants!” And despite Jeff telling me not to move, I stumbled out of bed to grab my track pants, which were a few feet away, and pulled them on.

Yeah, yeah, I know! I told you, I wasn’t thinking straight!

Our friend Marcia came up a minute later to keep me company; she had run into Jeff in the hotel lobby. I’m glad she was there; she helped distract me plus had been through something similar already. She was calm and comforting, reassuring me it was going to be okay.

Minutes later, there were FIVE paramedics crowded around my bed. They took my blood pressure, examined me, asked me all kinds of questions, gave me a shot that immediately started making me feel better as well as woozy. Things got a bit blurry at that point, but Jeff reports that I apparently thanked the paramedics all for coming like I was in hostess-mode. Eek. :-)

It was decided that I didn’t need to take the ambulance to the hospital, but we should keep an eye on my condition and to call if things turned worse again.

Sadly, I had to miss a game of Freeze as well as the rest of the night’s gaming. I slept for 12 hours and felt much better in the morning.

Now, however, I have to figure out what set off my allergic reaction. One of the paramedics suggested that I might have developed a sudden allergy to the antibiotic eye drops I was finishing off (my pinkeye was better, but I was told to keep taking the drops until the end of the seven days no matter what). I -really- hope he's wrong, because having an allergy to antibiotics would suck way more than having a food allergy, I think.

I asked the restaurant to send me a list of ingredients in my meal and I’m also going to be seeing my doctor this afternoon about allergy tests. I posted about my experience on Facebook, and nearly 50 people responded to my question, “Is it possible to SUDDENLY develop a food allergy?” The answer is a resounding YES. A couple of my friends suggested it might be Scombroid Food Poisoning.

I’ll post when I find out.

Wednesday
Nov242010

Catching Up

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Photo above courtesy Jon and Nataline’s Crazybooth at BoardGameGeek.con.

This is a test post from the desktop MacJournal app, to see if I can successfully use it to post to Blatherings. Why use a separate app instead of post directly into Squarespace? Because as much as I love Squarespace, I get impatient with the interface sometimes, which gets a bit laggy -- possibly because of all the blogs I have.

I’ll post more often in Blatherings if it’s easier to post...hence this test. Fingers crossed that this gets posted okay, and with a blank line inserted before “I’ll post more often.”

Tuesday
Oct052010

Hobbits & Elves: Yet another reason I adore BSAG

From her most recent blog post:

A few years ago I finally accepted that I am one of life's natural, chunky, cheery, big-footed Hobbits, not a willowy emo Elf, and found it to be liberating. Yes! I can run through the wet grass with my big, hairy, bare Hobbit feet to enjoy my second breakfast, and all those skinny, miserable Elves can sit around in the forest being moody and mysterious for all I care. Pass the beer.

I am SO totally a Hobbit as well.