2 tbs. cut, torn & curled black Assam tea/looseleaf black tea/ tulsi leaf
1 1/2 cups full-fat milk
Strainer
Sweetener to taste
Caramon
To Make
In a small saucepan, add the water and masala chia blend, and bring to a boil. Add the black tea, cover, and remove from heat. Steep for three to five minutes. Add the milk. Bring to the edge of boiling but watch carefully so the milk doesn’t boil over.
Remove from the heat. Optionally, step for one or two minutes. Strain out the leaves, add a sweetener as desired, dust with a pinch of cardamon, and sip!
I’m glad you joined me for another edition of Weekend Music Share this week.
Have a great weekend!
Melinda
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When I redesigned my site, I felt certain the widgets included would create an easy way to move around the site. I forgot one big widget, the Search Button. I appreciate Ilze from a day in the life of a latvian mom who pointed it out after telling her she could search for a post.
There is now a Search Button for you to narrow down the type of posts you’re looking for. If there’s anything else you feel the site is missing, please let me know. My goal is to make visiting as easy as possible.
In a bowl, add the sugar, coconut oil, and vanilla extract. Using scissors, cut a vanilla bean into small pieces and add to the bowl. Use a handheld mixer to thoroughly combine the ingredients and break down the vanilla bean.
It’s ready when the mixture has a light, fluffy texture. Scoop the scrub into small glass jars, and decorate with string and another whole vanilla bean.
If you making it for yourself, use a large wide-mouth jar and put a small spoon inside to scoop out the amount needed.
You may want to make a double batch for when you run out and this scrub would make the perfect gift for so many occasions.
Aromatherapy can be a natural remedy for stress relief. The practice involves inhaling the scent of essential oils, which are extracted from plants, in order to promote health and well-being.
Your olfactory system directly affects the part of your brain that regulates emotion. That’s why smells can trigger memories and elicit feelings — both negative and positive. Aromatherapy can help in reducing stress and anxiety to engage a general state of calm.
A 2016 review even found that aromatherapy was effective at reducing pain, when combined with conventional treatments.
Essential oils are highly concentrated, which means you should exercise caution when trying them for the first time. They should also be used in moderation, especially if being applied topically, since they’re absorbed into the skin.
There are several ways to use essential oils for stress, from applying topically to inhaling the scent after diluting with water. A general rule of thumb is to follow the specific instructions for each essential oil you try. If you’re going to apply it topically, it’s best to test the oil on a small area of skin first to identify a potential reaction.
We chose these essential oils for their stress-reducing and anti-anxiety properties. We also took a look at any studies that supported the effectiveness of these properties.
Essential oils are generally considered safe to use when used properly.
However, as with any substance you introduce to your body, it’s best to take several precautions. Essential oils require dilution to prevent adverse reactions. As a general rule, you should keep concentration levels of essential oils below 5 percent.
Pay attention to dosage, purity, application method, and any possible drug interactions. Some oils are considered safe if inhaled, but they may be irritating if applied to the skin in concentrations as low as 3 to 5 percent.
When diffusing oils, use these safety precautions:
Fact: Firefighters use wetting agents to make water wetter
The chemicals reduce the surface tension of plain water so it’s easier to spread and soak into objects, which is why it’s known as “wet water.” Find out which of your favorite science “facts” are actually false.
Fact: The longest English word is 189,819 letters long
We won’t spell it out here (though you can read it here), but the full name for the protein nicknamed titin would take three and a half hoursto say out loud.
Fact: “Running amok” is a medically recognized mental condition
The mother spends six months so devoted to protecting the eggs that she doesn’t eat. The babies are the size of a grain of rice when they’re born.
Fact: Cats have fewer toes on their back paws
Like most four-legged mammals, they have five toes on the front, but their back paws only have four toes. Scientists think the four-toe back paws might help them run faster. Do you know any other fun facts about cats?
Fact: Kleenex tissues were originally intended for gas masks
When there was a cotton shortage during World War I, Kimberly-Clark developed a thin, flat cotton substitute that the army tried to use as a filter in gas masks. The war ended before scientists perfected the material for gas masks, so the company redeveloped it to be smoother and softer, then marketed Kleenex as facial tissue instead.
Fact: Blue whales eat half a million calories in one mouthful
These random facts are mindblowing! Those 457,000 calories are more than 240 times the energy the whale uses to scoop those krill into its mouth.
Fact: That tiny pocket in jeans was designed to store pocket watches
The original jeans only had four pockets: that tiny one, plus two more on the front and just one in the back.
Fact: Turkeys can blush
When turkeys are scared or excited—like when the males see a female they’re interested in—the pale skin on their head and neck turns bright red, blue, or white. The flap of skin over their beaks, called a “snood,” also reddens.
Fact: Most Disney characters wear gloves to keep animation simple
Walt Disney might have been the first to put gloves on his characters, as seen in 1929’s The Opry House starring Mickey Mouse. In addition to being easier to animate, there’s another reason Disney opted for gloves: “We didn’t want him to have mouse hands because he was supposed to be more human,” Disney told his biographer in 1957.
I’m glad you joined me on Wordless Wednesday and I hope to see you soon.
Many of you know my husband buys me fresh flowers weekly, but I decided to save the money and buy an artificial plant. The artwork is a great $17 find from Amazon. The table needed a refresh.
I want to thank Margie for sharing her story with me. She is a special woman who wants to help others who experience Postpartum Psychosis. Please share this post with someone who’s given birth recently.
Postpartum Depression accompanied by Psychosis
This is not a war to win. It cages a soul and will not allow reason of any kind. I prayed, I begged and I pleaded. You can have me, but you cannot have my daughter.
On this particular morning, I thought I’d heard a knock at my front door, or was that coming from the back door? I trusted nothing. I sat in the nursery until the pounding stopped, and the sound of what I thought was my name being called, ended. Rocking my angel. I sobbed so violently. I wanted the voices and the visions to go away. I wanted nothing more than to save my baby from myself.
Something made me pause. Was that the front lock-set being opened, the door flinging open, were those real voices?
They found me. Jo and Priscilla. They found me, and they did not let go of me. One took the baby, and the other took the phone directory.
And every chance I get, I tell them, “Thank you.”
I spent the following three and a half months in a locked Psych ward.
Each one of us has a story that shames us, it can trap us in a sort of hell, but sometimes to escape hell, we must find words to express our grievance. I used to think this would be one that I could not share for fear of losing someone whom I love(d). Now I fear that if I don’t share it, someone may lose their way, they may find themselves lost, alone, aberrant, and of course, crazy. I would rather lose every friend I have for the sacrifice of gaining that one that reached out to me in need. The one that discovered hope, when they felt there was none left. But, if you can find clarity if you can trust that there are people in this world that care first for others, and second for themselves, then you, and they will walk with you through hell. When we have true friends, they don’t leave us when the going gets rough. They stop at nothing to see that we realize how important we are, in their life. They don’t call you, Pyscho, MisFit, or Crazy. They call you, Friend. That having us is a joy, a blessing, a God-send. A true friend does not judge, does not keep a scorecard, and knows that we are them, should they ever need us, and not out of guilt or because a favor needs returning. No, a true friend stands by knowing that without our connection we are only half of ourselves.
When others walked out, you walked in. You asked for nothing in return. You never used my illness to shame me, to discount me, to write me off. You stood beside me and carried me through my darkest hours. Priscilla, Senn, and Jo McCormack thank you for seeing me when I could not see myself. But more than anything, thank you for saving my Megan from the psychotic lunatic that I had become. We have fought hard to win, and without each of you, I would have lost. It took three and a half months, out-of-state, in a mental institution, a number of medications, and therapy sessions, but I came home, loving and vowed that one day I would share this story.
Never give up hope. When you are at your weakest, grasp for straws. Dial for help. Swallow your pride. Do not fear that you will be labeled, CRAZY, for the rest of your life, even by those you thought would stand behind you through thick and thin. One of the best pieces of advice given to me was these words:
“They already think you’re crazy. Nothing you do, or say, will change their opinion. Absolutely nothing, therefore, be yourself. Only you know the journey and the victory.”
To Megan,
I promised you I would finish a tale that I had begun earlier in one of my posts. I think I even noted Day 16 as the day that I would write it. Day 16, arrived, but the time didn’t feel ‘just right’. Today it does. I believe you will recall the post, original, and if not, I’ll help you retrieve it.
I spent three full days in bed making Pom-Poms out of tissues. And not intentionally. “No, Martha, I did not use your official cut-and-twist guide.” I fashioned mine while I tried building a dam to nowhere, for my sinus drainage. I took my temperature so many times I killed the battery in the thermometer. I’ve never slept so many hours in my life! This comes from someone who suffers extreme bits of insomnia. Food? I found two cans of soup at the back of the cupboard and considering we don’t eat processed canned items I can’t help but wonder where they came from, much less, why I consumed them.
I’d had enough of this Chit, so by 10:00 a.m., I drug my lazy self out of bed and into the steaming shower, threw on some clothes, and asked Hannah if she’d like to go for a walk.
I thought I’d heard a lot of commotion over the roar of my blow dryer, but I wasn’t in the mood to go ‘seek-and-find,’ what all the mischief was. Once dressed, and out the door, I looked up the street to see the fire truck. What the heck?!#&@
Okay, right off the bat I have to confess. I’m not into seeking out horror. I can’t handle it. Put me in a car, drive me down the freeway, and have someone shout, “Look! There’s been a car accident!” What do I do? Slither down in my seat and turn my head in the opposite direction. If I’m the one who happens to be driving, you won’t find me rubbernecking.
Where was I going with this?
The Walk…(and not on the wild side.)
Finally, on our way, we journey toward the coffee shop. I realize I can’t enter, doggie and all, but then I remember the new app I have downloaded on my phone. Hannah and I mosey up to the patio and sit down. Attempting to order, I realize this app needs a few software upgrades, but I’m not in the mood to hack up the menu in broad daylight, much less try to find a work-around on the store’s wi-fi firewall. Dang, I can’t just walk away, the pup is looking at me with those sweet, begging eyes as if to ask, “How much longer, Mummy?”
Thinking comes quick when smitten by a man’s best friend. I lasso a chair with her harness and tie the pup securely to it, placing her in full view of any area I’ll find myself at once inside the store.
…..Admit it, you’re just a wee bit bored, but you just can’t seem to pull yourself away from all the action. Consider yourself a rubbernecker and let’s get moving…..
We are at a junction in the road. If we take the route we came, we’re out 1.5 miles, but if we journey the alternate route we are out 1.5 miles. Decisions, decisions, oh, and the trick math question at the end. (Find your calculators.)
Let’s go rogue. I’m caffeinated and jet-packed by toxic chemicals from eating rancid soup. What could go wrong?
The Traffic Light!…(into the jungle)
The sucker must have been rigged for red-light runners! Hannah and I were caught in the median of a crazed intersection. Everyone dreams of a cuppa joe or a fuel tank of $2.35 gasoline. I think the only thing that saved us was the California Highway Patrol t-shirt my son (in-law) gave me. I looked, OFFICIAL!
Okay, I was only a third grey, now color me white-headed. I match the dog now. Lesson learned: Rubberneckers. “You folks are everywhere!” One of you almost put tire tracks on my bright orange and pink sneakers. Tell the truth, “We’re you wanting my eye color or that close-up of fear earmarked across my face?”
…..This painstakingly will end at some point. Why don’t you take a snooze and check back later for the mischief of the last mile and a half?….
Safely in a green space, we walk among the oak trees listening to the sound of acorns dropping in our midst. (Note to self: Bring bike helmets in the future.) Meandering along and I look up to see we are at the high school. My heart skips a beat, and then another. “Wasn’t it just yesterday?” Oh, how time does fly. But I won’t let this moment go. I grab my phone and take a couple of photos. I zip them off to my two beautiful daughters. They’ll open their messages and go back in time themselves. I wonder at what moments their day will stand still? I knew mine. I know it well. I’ll cherish it forever.
There I sat awaiting the dismissal bell. The bell echoes. Oh, I miss that bell. I miss all the ringing of that far-off bell.
Saturday my youngest daughter moves away from home. Off to her grown-up home. Not a dorm room, no, those days are gone, too. There’s part of me that wants her to go, but then there is that part of me that knows how far away she may one day travel. And yet, I must give her the pieces of the apron strings, the wings to fly, to soar, to dream and dare.
Did anyone find me a pen and some paper? Did you find your calculators? Get ready, here she blows:
If I live 1.5 miles in one direction, yet I am able to travel in an opposing direction 1.5 miles and arrive at my origination, what direction am I traveling? We set off to run errands. Hannah’s errands, actually. I should just admit that some days I simply say to hell with the housework, laundry included, and I put my best friend in the car and we set about finding mischief.
We ran thru the CVS drive-through to pick up some of my meds and beg for the usual dog biscuit. FAIL! They were out of treats.
Starbucks redeemed her spirit though when they gave her a Puppy Whip. It’s a small cup container filled with whipped cream.
Across the railroad tracks and we head into Southlake. The outdoor shopping mall is always fun. There are fountains galore and hundreds of shade trees. Unfortunately, they have no outdoor drinking fountains. Hannah drank a bit of my iced tea as I cursed myself for not having brought along her collapsible water bowl and some water. Finally, I recalled the Whole Earth Provisions Store allows dogs in their store. I took my girl in and she made a group of newly found friends, all human and eager to dote upon her. Someone snagged a dog treat for her and everyone took turns petting her.
The girl is worn out. Now resting with a full tummy of treats and back inside to the cooled air conditioning.
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Post-Partartum Psychosis has to be taken seriously. I ask you to reach out for help and keep an eye on a loved one or signs of Depression or Psychosis.
She’s a survivor and an extremely strong woman. I’ve never met someone as strong as she is. It blows my mind what she’s been through and the pain she must feel.
When I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis (RA), I was terrified that my career was over. These tips helped me adapt my work life so that I could excel.
It started with joint pain and limited use of my left thumb.
Then came the debilitating fatigue that was so profound I couldn’t finish my workday. After numerous tests, office visits, and misdiagnoses, I was diagnosed with RA.
RA is a chronic, systemic form of arthritis that attacks the small joints in the body. This can lead to eventual joint deformity and immobility. I found myself not only grappling with what this new diagnosis meant but also fearful for my job.
I had worked so hard to be where I was in my career. I had dedicated my entire life to working in healthcare, and I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to continue.
The challenges of working with chronic illness
Workers with chronic illness face unpredictable days and uncertain futures. They may worry about their own health, how their condition will progress, and what this might mean for the future of their employment.
The protections afforded chronically ill workers in the United States are vague.
To protect their health and their jobs, workers must navigate employers’ policies, which may include short-term and long-term disability plans and a patchwork of federal laws and regulations.
A 2009 report by the Center for Economics and Policy Research found that among 22 well-resourced nations, the United States was the only one that did not guarantee workers paid time off for illness.
There are two main laws that provide some protection for those with chronic illness in the United States.
The Family and Medical Leave Act
The Family and Medical Leave Act allows employees to take up to 12 weeks off each year for medical or family emergencies, but pay is not guaranteed. This law provides job security if someone needs to take time off due to illness.
The Americans With Disabilities Act
The Americans With Disabilities Act requires employers to make reasonable adjustments for disabled workers, often in the form of additional time off.
Strategies for working while navigating chronic illness
If you are dealing with a chronic illness, here are some strategies to help you maintain and even excel at your job.
Decide who you’re going to share your diagnosis with
Sometimes an empathetic co-worker can help with productivity. Other times, no one needs to know. It’s your business. Have questions about the Americans with Disabilities Act? Check out the Job Accommodations Network. Is it against the law to discriminate against a disability. For further information on filing a complaint, check out the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission.
Make a schedule — and stick to it
If you need 90 minutes to get ready before work, 3 hours to get ready for bed, or a midday nap, plan for it. Planning appropriately, and generously, can help you optimize your time while at work.
Optimize your body’s ability to function by listening to it.
Take breaks
Even people without brain fog or medication side effects need to take breaks every 1 to 2 hours, especially when working on a big project or working long hours.
Reject the guilt
Lose the guilt when you call in sick because you are really sick. All too often, we tie too much emotion to calling in sick. If you’re really sick, you shouldn’t be at the workplace anyway. You are human!
Find the right fit
When thinking about having a career when you live with a chronic condition, there are certain factors to consider more seriously. Start by taking an inventory of what you need out of a working environment. Ask yourself these questions about the role or career you are contemplating:
How many hours are required and expected?
Are hours set or is the schedule flexible?
Is there sitting, standing, or lifting involved?
Are you working on a computer?
Is the workspace ergonomic and comfortable for your specific needs?
Is the space climate-controlled?
Is there travel involved?
Is it possible to take time for medical appointments?
Are there medical benefits? Is your current care team on this plan?
Schedule for the right shifts
Sometimes it’s not a matter of what you’re doing but when you’re doing it. If you’re not a morning person, don’t work at a coffee shop.
Are your best hours in the afternoon and early evening? Maybe a receptionist role at a dance school is a good fit. Try to find a career where the hours fit your natural sleep schedule or the times of day when your symptoms tend to be the most manageable.
Look into self-employment options
Can you break off and start your own company? Working for yourself has its benefits. Maybe there are freelance options at companies you are considering.
Use adaptive devices and furniture
Upgrade your office chair, splurge on the ergonomic mouse, and adjust your monitors or other equipment to minimize strain on your joints. Here are some great tips from the Arthritis Foundation about creating an ergonomic office space.
Manage your pain as best as you can
Bring your medications, compression gloves, braces, ice packs, heating pads, ace wraps, and anything else you may need with you to the workplace.
If it helps you to be more productive, have it available to you throughout the day.
Check with an advocacy organization
Advocacy organizations may offer resources that are specific to your condition. They may offer support, resources, or advocacy in your area, which may be helpful. I’d recommend starting with Chronically Capable.
Know and respect your limits
If you can’t work anymore, you can apply for Social Security disability insurance. The process is lengthy, and the payments are modest, but you automatically qualify for Medicare health insurance coverage once approved.
The bottom line
If it doesn’t work, change it.
If you know the job you’re in now is not a good fit, it’s time for something new. Change is scary, but staying the same can be terrifying.
There are many ways to have a fulfilling career with a chronic illness. If you are open-minded and ask yourself the right questions, you can find something you love. If you love what you do, it will never feel like work.
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