What the what?

As I innocently tried to get to work on time one day, I saw something pink lurking in the bushes on 10th between 2nd and 3rd avenues.

ImageSo I moved closer and no matter how close I got to this object, I couldn’t understand either what it was, or why it was there.  And what is it holding?  A HEART?  What kind of animal is this?!

ImageIt’s like someone in some faraway land thought, “HEY, I know what will sell!  Let’s miniaturize a shaved, albino alien monkey monster who rips hearts out of the weak and infirm and turn it into a keychain sort of device.  GOLD, I TELL YOU, GOLD!”  Thanks to who I can only imagine must have been some kid wandering around at 3 a.m. on salvia, we can all look at this monstrosity in the bushes and wonder…


Migraine Elimination Diet, First Follow-Up

Alright, I’m nearly three weeks into the migraine elimination diet.  I spent the first two weeks trying my best to completely keep the no-no foods out of my diet.  Here are the foods I avoided, but with some slight amendments:

1. Cured meats and processed meats

2. Aged cheeses

3. Chocolate

4. All alcohol

5. Nuts (amendment: I had items with nuts in them, but not very often)

6. MSG

7. Yogurt and sour cream

8. Citrus fruits

9. Bananas, papayas, avocados

10. Broad beans

11. Anything fermented or pickled, or heavy in vinegar (I’ve had light amounts of vinegar here and there)

12. Dried fruits (only a few of them are really triggers but I don’t bother with picking and choosing, it feels like too much work)

13. Any other items with activated yeasts like most breads and doughnuts (Okay I kind of ignored this one, because I grew desperate for things to eat at lunch time… like sandwiches!  Also I completely forgot that yeasty breads were on the list until around week two when I revisited this list)

14. Soy products (I avoided them generally, but had soy sauce a few times… sometimes they add MSG to it, that’s really why it’s on the elimination list)

After the first two weeks passed, I added chocolate to my diet to see what happened.  And I am DELIGHTED to note that it did not seem to impact the frequency or severity of the migraines.  If I’d discovered I couldn’t eat chocolate I don’t know what I’d do… just too depressing a fate to imagine.  I think the next item on the list to test will be alcohol.

I am only into this diet–which is temporary, remember–for three weeks and it has been very illuminating.  Not just because I don’t have to conceive of a life without chocolate.  First of all, it did pretty much immediately lessen the migraines significantly.  I’d been having around 15 migraines a month (give or take) with an increase in frequency and severity around the time of menstruation.  So 3-4 a week.  When I started the diet, I had an 8-day streak without migraines.  On the ninth day, I got a migraine but I unthinkingly ate several items that I shouldn’t have.  I had a shake that contained papaya, a roast-beef sandwich, a pickle, and a tiny amount of chips.  I’m only admitting this level of stupidity in the spirit of helpfulness because it’s really embarrassing to me that I genuinely ate that many things I shouldn’t have… I suspect the culprit was the cold cuts, but I won’t know for certain until I begin adding all these items individually to what I eat.

After that, I had a three-day streak without migraines and got one on the fourth day.  The night before, I had dumplings, which contained soup broth.  Again, an embarrassing admission.  Do not forget this if you are on this diet, or avoiding MSG: SOUP IS YOUR ENEMY!  Unless you make it yourself, that is.  Mass-produced soup broth contains MSG very frequently.  This includes bouillon.  If you’re buying something from the store, read the ingredients thoroughly.  And if you’re in a restaurant, honestly you should just not bother with most soups.  Even if you ask your waiter whether or not they use MSG, they may not know for sure.  The CHEF may not know, believe it or not.  Especially in restaurants where there might be a language barrier.

Another three blessed days sans migraine, then got one pretty late in the day.  It came shortly after I walked in a poorly ventilated stairwell that had just been painted.  I haven’t often been in contact with paint fumes, but the one time I remember prior to this gave me a migraine within about 30 minutes of exposure.

I have not had a migraine in the past two days, and now we’re up to the present!  Potentially very relevant side note: I got Botox injections (the traditional 31-count) five weeks ago.  I did not note any change in my migraines until the day I began the food elimination diet.  However, that was only two weeks after the Botox injections so I can not rule out the possibility that the Botox has been at least somewhat effective.  If I’ve learned anything from chronic migraines, it’s that they are complicated.  I will admit to hearing and reading about a few stories wherein a migraineur found their single magic bullet.  And I am jealous and happy for them, however, most of us should probably expect to find a number of different migraine triggers, a number of different abortive medications that work or don’t work depending on the day, and prophylactic medications that have side effects that’ll make anyone cringe.  It’s sobering.  But I feel more hopeful now than ever.  For the first time since the chronic migraines have began, I took a step for myself and got positive results.  A significant decrease in migraines.  Keep reading with me and maybe I’ll continue to have good news.

Since two of the three times I had the breakthrough migraines I ate something with MSG, I find myself more and more convinced that I have a sensitivity to it.  Here’s the full list of things that seem to pretty regularly cause my migraines.  I will add to it (or not, hopefully) as I continue to blog about this experience:


MSG (probably); bleach fumes; natural gas fumes; paint fumes (probably); extreme stress; too much physical activity; champagne; hormonal changes around the time of menstruation

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some chocolate to eat, and this scenario to attempt to create:


East Village Shops. II: Casey Rubber Stamps

Once upon a time I was walking up East 11th, accompanying my father to a parking garage, when I saw Casey Rubber Stamps.  I’ll never forget that moment.  What a weird store.  It is devoted exclusively to rubber stamps, and they make them all in the back of the shop.  The only other thing they sell are ink pads in a rather wide variety of colors and sizes.  It’s a very small space so you may need to wait to enter if there are more than 3 or 4 people in the store.  Teeny tiny.


Only in New York City, right?  Coolest store ever.  Since the owner makes custom items and resides in the East Village, there are some REALLY freaky stamps available.  Such as body parts, insects and other types of animals (there is an entire page in his catalog comprised exclusively of different fishes), forms of transportation, religious symbols, patterns, stylized letters… here’s a random page in the catalog (page 63):


Freakin’.  Awesome.  I strongly recommend checking out this store even if you can’t think of any reason to use a stamp ever in your lifetime.  It’s just a cool place to visit.  Plus, I like that when you begin to approach the shop, you can smell the rubber.

The owner is pretty open to answering questions but he’s scatterbrained so you have to wait until he’s not too busy and be patient.  Oh, and if you don’t live in the East Village, you can check out the majority of his catalog on his website: http://caseyrubberstamps.com/index.php.  But if you do…

Casey Rubber Stamps, 322 E. 11th St., between 1st and 2nd avenues.

How to Deal with the Emotional Ramifications of Chronic Pain

As long as I’ve had chronic pain and migraines (from two conditions–a herniated disc and other issues in my cervical vertebrae and migraines) I’ve chased cures.  Sometimes I’ve tried to figure out exactly what was wrong with me.  Other times I’ve thought, well I can’t fix it but maybe I can at least treat the symptoms.  But somehow it didn’t occur to me until fairly recently that the incessant pain has complicated, destructive emotional consequences.  Major oversight on my part, but I don’t feel too badly about it because it’s also an oversight in the medical community.  With the exception of doctors telling you something like “your pain is in your head, you should see a psychiatrist”, have you had any medical professionals even acknowledge how draining pain can be on your emotional state, or how that can take away from your quality of life?

There are exactly zero chronic pain conditions that are improved by emotional duress.  Stress, for example, is a trigger for many migraineurs.  But let’s take my other pain condition as an example.  I have herniated discs in my cervical vertebrae, some bony spurs, and a bit of spinal stenosis.  The occipital nerve seems to have been irritated (fortunately not damaged or impeded yet), which leads to occipital neuralgia, swelling in my upper back and neck, and frequent muscle spasming.  This has been going on for about 13 years so my muscles are hyper sensitive and in pretty bad shape.  They’ve weakened and knotted.  Many of you are probably familiar with the sensation.  As a result, the top half of my body hurts unceasingly and I have a headache (a regular headache) daily.  When I am having a bad day emotionally, the pain is worse.  Why?  Because muscles tighten when someone is upset, and if you have a muscular problem, that’s going to cause more pain.  Logic.  Stress has similarly negative effects on other chronic pain conditions.  It isn’t that the pain isn’t real, it’s that stress and general emotional duress make it even worse.

You’ll find two sources of negative feelings when you’re dealing with chronic pain: the chronic pain itself and life.  Everyone in the world is familiar with the way life will occasionally take a doo doo all over you.  Someone dies, you lose a job, you’re in debt, someone cuts you off in traffic, someone cheats on you, you find out you’re allergic to chocolate; there are so many things to depress you in life.  But the emotional turmoil that comes with chronic pain differs.  It infiltrates and worms its way into every corner of your life.  Like water freezing inside a rock, it can break you apart as it grows cold and expands.  Chronic pain can ruin your finances, disturb romantic relationships, decrease your sex drive, mess with your ability to work or completely render you incapable of it, make your friends run away from you, your family avoid you, it’ll rob you of your favorite hobbies and your disposition, make it impossible to plan anything, and make you forget what it feels like to get a good night’s sleep.  You lose sight of what pain-free feels like and you may begin to envy, resent, and even despise people closest to you for what they have and how completely unaware they are of their good luck.  And lest we forget the torment of taking medications routinely.  The side effects I’ve experienced include constipation, diarrhea, nausea, vomiting, other flu-like symptoms, mental confusion (I got lost in my own neighborhood…twice), numbness in my extremities, my hair is thinning, fatigue, nightmares, weight gain, I can’t tolerate exercise without feeling like I’m going to pass out or have a heart attack, excessive sweating, dizziness, decreased sex drive, swelling, bruising, the ability to emote as I want to on my face (thanks, Botox)… I’m sure some of you have experienced these side effects and worse.

So who are you when you can’t do what you used to do, feel the way you used to feel, and you find yourself a collection of unpleasant, unsexy side effects?  Have you lost your very identity?  The answer to that is no fucking way.  You’re probably the strongest person you know.  Getting through the day is a miracle and you are tougher with every passing moment.  You might feel like you’ve lost your identity and even your humanity, but really, you’re discovering it.  Or maybe more accurately, you’re rediscovering it.  Don’t give up on yourself.

Alright.  So how do you manage to stay strong emotionally?  I have some tips that I hope will help you, as some of them have helped me.

(Emotional) Pain Management Tips

1.  Get a therapist. Yes, a psychologist.  Work hard to make your insurance company pay, and if you can’t, see if you can get your family or a close friend to help because it is worth it.  It doesn’t mean you’re crazy (but who cares anyway).  Did you know there are therapists out there who specialize in helping people with pain management?  I didn’t until a few months ago.  These are some truly sympathetic people who will believe you when you say you’re in pain (unlike some doctors and friends/family) no matter what.  They will look at you straight in the face and understand that chronic pain impacts every corner of your life.  These professionals will often have tips to help you process the emotional consequences of chronic pain.  You can dump all of your feelings on them instead of alienating the people you love most by unloading exclusively on them.  And I’m not saying don’t talk to your friends and family about your problems, just that it can get to be a little… much for them.  If you have chronic pain, you know what I’m talking about.

2.  Talk to your friends and family about what you’re going through.  Yeah okay I just said all that stuff about not dumping all over the people you love, but sometimes that’s what they’re there for.  You do need to confide in people who know and care about you on occasion.  Otherwise, how will they know why you’re so damn cranky all the time?  Plus, you may think it’s super obvious as to what you’re going through but people who don’t have chronic pain will need a lot of schooling.  They can hardly understand even if they live with you and watch you suffer on a daily basis.

3.  Forgive yourself for being cranky.  No human being could endure what you’re enduring and keep a sunny disposition all the time.  You will snap at someone and it won’t be fair to them.  Okay, you’ll be a real dick.  Pretend you give a shit about me and what I say, and take these words seriously: it is understandable, and you are forgiven.  Now forgive yourself because your self-loathing will only make things worse.

4.  Forgive others for not understanding you.  This one may give you some trouble.  I still grapple with it.  If you have chronic pain, you may expect or at least want your friends and family to understand your difficulties.  You want it desperately.  If only they understood, I’d feel better, right?  Let me try and simplify things for you:  They will never understand.  There is only so much someone can learn from observation.  Experiential knowledge seals the deal and they do not have it, and hopefully will not have it.  You must stop assuming that if you just explain it right, your mom will “get it”.  She may love you, sympathize, and wish better for you but she will have no mechanism for comprehending the true ramifications of chronic pain.  I realize how depressing that is, but if you don’t accept it, you’ll never be able to forgive them for not understanding.  And if you can’t forgive them, you may not be able to let them help you through this.  You’ll be isolated.  Don’t be a fool.  I love Simon and Garfunkel but you aren’t a rock or an island, you need people surrounding you to survive hardship.  So try to think of the situation logically when someone says something insensitive to you.  They can’t help it because they simply can’t understand.  And they probably mean well to boot.  If you find yourself desperate to be understood in an experiential way, look into chronic pain support groups.  Or refer to tip number 1 above and find a therapist who is professionally trained to handle people like us.  Hell, talk to me, I could sure use more people who grasp the tangled wreck that is living with chronic pain.  But no matter what, you will suffer if you don’t forgive the able-bodied outsiders.

5.  Apologize when you’re a dick.  Sure you blow up sometimes, and there is nobody on this planet who could put up with pain day-in and day-out without slipping, but that doesn’t mean the people in your line of fire don’t need you to apologize.  Say, “Hey so-and-so, I’m really sorry I blew up at you.  I was just really upset and stressed and blah blah blah.”  See?  Not that hard.  You aren’t apologizing because you did something that isn’t understandable, you’re saying you’re sorry that you hurt someone’s feelings.  People deserve that.  And after you apologize, don’t forget tip number 3.

6.  Learn to meditate/find your power animal/whatever hippie thing teaches you how to be mindful:  Mindfulness is a very useful tool in dealing with pain.  It might be described as extreme focusing or wiping away the majority of your thoughts for a brief time.  If you have chronic pain, you know that the times when the planets align and you feel better for a short while are very alluring and give you the strength to keep on keepin’ on.  It isn’t mumbo jumbo, there’s no magic involved here.  It’s learning to control your own mind and awareness of internal and external influences.  To an extent, you can learn to regulate which of those influences you deem noteworthy and which are not.  I find myself thinking about pain constantly, so forcing myself to think about the smell of rain on the wind or the sound of an A/C unit humming for a while can often break a cycle of thought that is unhealthy and rather painful.  Think of it as taking a hot bath with some lovely naked people of your gender of choice in a dimly lit room surrounded with rose petals and candles, comfort food in one hand and your favorite beverage in the other… but, you know, for your brain.  And realize that there are a number of ways to achieve mindfulness and only one of them is traditional meditation.  I’m trying to learn “walking meditation” at the moment because that’s the way I often travel here in NYC.  Google mindfulness and see if any methods to it seem appealing to you.  It can’t hurt you.

7.  Isolate what you can do, and do the hell out of it:  I can’t help but draw a parallel between people with chronic pain and people newly retired. Retirees can find themselves limited somewhat by their age and the accompanying infirmities, and feeling kind of down about it (gee I wonder why).  Some of them crawl into a cubby hole with a shitty television and a collection of ceramic cats and wither away.  Others freak us all out by accomplishing feats seemingly impossible for someone “their age”.  My boyfriend’s father retired not that long ago.  He began going to the gym all the time and regulated his blood pressure and cholesterol.  Then he learned how to paint.  WELL.  I mean really well.  I mean that the man has been submitting paintings to competitions and winning.  He is 70 and I think he lives more than I do.  We can all learn from this man.  Chronic pain folk can get distracted by what’s been taken away, but if you are still alive, there is likely something special you can do on your good days.  Do you love cooking and you’re still able-bodied enough to do it?  Well get at it, buddy.  Perfect your turkey meatballs and let all those around you marvel at your culinary splendor.  Bake the world’s best lemon meringue pie (please invite me over).  If that’s too arduous, maybe you can learn how to knit.  My Aunt Nata had to have most of her cervical vertebrae fused and she focused a lot of her energy on knitting.  Obviously the woman has pain issues.  Now she’s a knitting goddess and all of us pretty much wait for the holiday season solely to hopefully receive something she made for us.  She creates her own patterns, and since she has the brain of an evil genius they’re often complicated and mathematically conceived.  Like this one, which she playfully named Heliotaxis Pi Shawl:

Nata's shawl

Scary, right?  Don’t think you’re any different than my super awesome Aunt Nata.  There’s something inside you waiting to come out, something that is completely amazing at ____ and all you need to do is get to painting, practicing, cooking… whatever it is.  This is the time for you to hone a skill, because while chronic pain may have taken away a lot of what you can do, that simultaneously left you with some time to become a borderline guru at something else.  Trust me, it’ll focus your mind something other than the pain, and it’ll help build up your self-esteem.  And maybe you’ll get a scarf out of the deal.

8.  Find a hobby you can do pretty much no matter what. You need something you can do that brings you joy and is possible when you’re in a pretty significant amount of pain, because you can’t always hone your fine turkey meatball skills.  For me at the moment, it’s blogging.  YAAAWN, right?  Well whatever works for you.  Reading, watching tear jerkers, playing cards, knitting, masturbating, talking a short walk in a park.  I don’t know you man, you’ve gotta figure that out for yourself.  But it really can’t be a  physically or mentally strenuous activity.  Save those for the good days.  You need to figure out what makes you happy on the bad days.

9. Find a lazy distraction:  Slightly different than an “easy hobby”, your lazy distraction should be something that requires almost no mental or physical exertion on your part.  Something that takes you for a ride.  Mine is movies, I freakin’ love watching movies over and over again.  My boyfriend works hard to avoid murdering me as I recite the lines to half the movies we watch.  But you know what, I love movies.  They permit me to escape my own personal nightmares.  Reading and video games can accomplish the same thing.  I used to play Mario Kart obsessively until Skyrim came out, then that took over my life.  I’m convinced those games saved me during some dark times.  Never underestimate the power of video games.  But that’s just me.  Do whatever it is you need to do to get out of your head effortlessly, because you need a break and you won’t always feel like doing your hippie meditation or cooking.  I would not recommend using most drugs (e.g., alcohol, cocaine, heroin, meth, etc) for this purpose, seeing as you’re probably on medications that will interact with them.  But I will say that there is something rhyming with…schmariuana…that can safely facilitate the absent-minded state I recommend you acquire.

10.  Don’t obsess.  I am looking at this tip and thinking to myself, EASY FOR YOU TO SAY, BUTTHOLE.  People with chronic pain think about pain all the time.  But why?  Oh, gee, I don’t know… maybe because it’s happening all the damn time and it’s not so simple to forget about it.  Simple is not in the cards for us so we have to nut or ovary up and learn not to obsess about the pain.  It isn’t that you have no reason to obsess, it’s that if you do, you will find it formidable to maintain any semblance of a life.  Don’t you need and deserve to have something beyond the pain?  You have to fight this urge to obsess.  Fight with the hobbies I mentioned, the lazy distractions.  Talk to people about the weather.  Do anything you can.  Just don’t permit yourself to let the obsession feed on itself or you’ll find yourself in a pit of self-pity that–again, while completely understandable–is not useful to you.

11.  Don’t catastrophize.  What an annoying word, catastrophize.  You can thank my therapist for number 11.  Catastrophizing is when you expect the worst possible scenario to happen.  A good example would be if you are going to get Botox injections for chronic migraines and you already imagine that a) they won’t work and b) they’ll render you an expressionless monster for 3 months.  Um.  Not that I’m speaking from experience or anything (insert wink here).  Hi, I am a constant catastrophizer.  Something else my therapist said on the topic struck a chord and turned me into a crying ball of goo on his couch.  I will paraphrase: “Most people who catastrophize become that way not because they’re just naturally pessimistic, but because catastrophes and traumatizing events keep happening to them for no reason at all.  Some people just have bad luck and have an unusual amount of bad things happen to them.”  Well shit, that sucks.  But it sure is nice to hear an authority figure of sorts admit that some people randomly have too many bad things happen to them.  However, if you are a practitioner of logic, you know that there are no such things are curses.  There isn’t an evil force out to get you, either.  It’s the luck of the draw and that’s all, which means that at any moment your luck can change.  But even if it doesn’t, will it make you feel better to assume everything is going to turn out badly?  At this point, I should admit that I often excuse away my catastrophizing by saying that it permits me to emotionally prepare for the worst.  As if bad things happening to me without my having thought about them will cause me to explode into a thousand pieces.  I sometimes worry a little bit too much about my potential emotional reaction to things.  However, I can now at least in this moment admit (and probably totally deny later in a crying fit when I’m having a bad day) that nobody can truly prepare for traumas.  You can even hurt yourself in the process of preparation, imagining how you’ll feel if x, y, or z happen.

12.  Really experience the good stuff.  What I mean is, when something good happens, purposefully think about it so that you don’t take it for granted.  Example: I’ll take a bite of a Cadbury Creme Egg.  I really love those little fuckers, you guys.  I’m sure it’s full of nothing but refined sugar and carcinogens but I can’t help myself.  When I take a big bite, I can either gobble it up and move on, or I can close my eyes and really think about what I’m tasting.  The difference is, in the second scenario I force myself to think about the delight I’m feeling.  I find myself doing this more and more, and it can get embarrassing.  See, I’m a bit of a smell-o-phile and so I’ve begun smelling those flowers they sell outside of bodegas.  Most New Yorkers look at me like I’m a psychopath for closing my eyes, shoving my face into a bouquet of roses, and smiling.  OH WELL, that’s their problem because I need to extract as much enjoyment as I can from things like that.  You and I can’t afford to ignore those opportunities.  So when you slip your feet into your snuggly socks, when you taste a perfect summer peach, when you have a swig of water on a blisteringly hot day, when your lover gives you a back rub after a long day, you be a person who really feels the experiences.  Take it where you can get it, friend.  You can’t afford to be blind to these smaller comforts in life or self-conscious about smelling the flowers at the bodegas.  This way of living will bring you little sprinklings of happiness that you need in between the bad times.

Well that’s it, that’s what I got.  I sometimes follow my own advice, and too often I forget.  All I know is that when I remember to implement some of these tools in my life, it’s easier to deal with the pain.  I wish you luck and Cadbury Creme Eggs aplenty.  Also the caramel ones, those are good, too.


This is not what I want to see when I’m walking on 1st Avenue and inhaling. Sorry for the poor quality of the image, I was in a hurry to get to work and I take all my pictures with my stinky phone.

Public Enemy of the East Village

Seen at the Astor Place subway station, and pondered for much time. Someone wants to protect us all from the High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program. So… next time you think the HAARP is studying the ionosphere… you know, don’t buy it. Common conspiracy theories surrounding the HAARP believe that it is designed to create … Continue reading

East Village Shops. I: Archangel Antiques

Whenever I see a shop (differentiating from eateries and bars) in the East Village I’ll take a picture and tell you why I think it rocks.  Here’s one of my favorite stores, called Archangel Antiques, located at 334 E 9th St (between 1st and 2nd avenues).  It spans two storefronts, really, and you have to enter the two rooms separately from the street.  One room has a number of antique items ranging from jewelry to glass bottles to leather suitcases.  But the real gem (in my opinion) is the other storefront next to it, which, among other things, has (literally) over a million buttons, vintage and antique.  Buttons?  What’s cool about that?  Take a look at what you’re wearing.  If it has buttons, they probably suck because mass-produced buttons are boring and terribly made.  If you go to Archangel Antiques you can pick up some buttons, take some clothes to a tailor, and rather cheaply upgrade shirts and jackets significantly.  They have brass and silver buttons, ivory buttons, porcelain buttons, buttons with mother-of-pearl inlay, glass buttons, crystal buttons, military buttons, freakin wood buttons, novelty buttons with naked people on them and/or words, REAL JADE buttons… there’s no end.  If there’s something you want, they probably have it.  Most of them range from modern times to the mid-19th century but you’ll find earlier buttons than that.


An amateur picture complete with my reflection in the window.

This is probably one of the coolest shops we have in the East Village.  Just go there and say, where are the buttons?  They’ll do the rest.  Also, get your ass over there soon because according to Time Out New York they are retiring in a bit over a year from now when their lease is up.  Terrible news.  But perhaps you’ll be able to barter a little bit lower for some fine, turn-of-the-century buttons to spruce up your favorite spring jacket.  Oh, and if you have a garment in mind, just bring it with you so you know the button will fit properly through the holes currently on your garment.  Maybe I’ll go in there when I have the time and take a few pictures of the button wall, it’s pretty impressive.

Migraine Elimination Diet

In desperation I began a migraine food elimination diet.  In other words, I’ve stopped eating all foods that are known to trigger migraines in others for 2 weeks.  Then I will begin adding the items one by one back into my diet to see what happens.  It’s a rather long list of items but I went 9 days without migraines after starting it before like an idiot I accidentally had some of the foods yesterday and about 2 hours later starting getting a migraine.  In other words, I think it’s working remarkably well.

I thought I would share the list of items I’m not eating, because different places have bits and pieces and unless you have a migraine diet book you might not easily find a good list.  Your list might be longer or shorter, everyone is different.  But this includes most of the “biggies” identified by migraineurs everywhere.  A general rule of thumb is to avoid anything processed, aged, or prepackaged.  Yeah great, right?  Thanks, migraines.

Items to avoid:

1. Cured meats and processed meats

2. Aged cheeses

3. Chocolate (noooooo!!!!!!!!)

4. All alcohol (the “biggies” are beer, champagne, and red wine but best to eliminate them all)

5. Nuts

6. MSG (and you have to learn all the other names for it, too… avoid soups unless you’ve made it yourself, anything with broth in it, check broths you buy)

7. Yogurt and sour cream

8. Citrus fruits

9. Bananas, papayas, avocados

10. Broad beans

11. Anything fermented or pickled, or heavy in vinegar (I’ve had light amounts of vinegar here and there)

12. Dried fruits (only a few of them are really triggers but I don’t bother with picking and choosing, it feels like too much work)

13. Any other items with activated yeasts like most breads and doughnuts

14. Soy products (it isn’t specifically soy, but often they will have MSG in them so be careful and check the label; if it’s just at a restaurant and you can’t see the label, don’t take the risk)

15. Anything that tastes good at all (just kidding… sort of)

To compare with your own regimen: I have gotten Botox injections for the first time two weeks ago, I take 80mg of propanolol a day, plus fioricet and maxalt when migraines hit.  My regular number of migraines is around 15 a month and they last about 8 hours, give or take (sometimes longer, usually not shorter).  I get migraines without aura but have the following symptoms in addition to unilateral pain, usually on the left side: frequent urination; nausea (sometimes with vomiting); intestinal problems; hot and cold flashes; sweating; sensitivity to sound, light, and smell; irritability (gee I wonder why).  The night before a migraine I will often have a nightmare, and they are generally preceded by mental fogginess and a feeling of overwhelming exhaustion.

Once I start adding items back into my diet I’ll blog about my results!  The first is gotta be chocolate, it’s KILLING ME not to have chocolate.


Jim Power, the Mosaic Man

Anyone who lives in the East Village (or who has visited) has probably noticed the mosaics all over the signposts, traffic-light posts, and sidewalks in the area.  Upon closer inspection, the mosaics are comprised of many different items, including broken teacups, old decorative bathroom tiles, and mirrors.  Sometimes there are messages hidden within, as in the image directly below this paragraph (M.I.A. in yellow tiles).  These projects were done over the course of several decades by a man named Jim Power, known by most as the Mosaic Man.  He was homeless for most of the time he did his artwork that brightens our area, twinkling on sunny days and bringing cheer to days that aren’t.


I first visited the East Village with regularity to see my boyfriend (before we lived together), and it took me many weeks before I actually saw the mosaics.  It’s funny just how detached we can be from our own lives.  We live in our heads, worrying about our bills and planning the death of some tourist who rammed into us on the street because they were looking up at the skyscrapers, and we miss the most incredible sights and sounds around us.  When people say you should live in the moment and be present, they mean you should notice things like the mosaics in the East Village.  It’s much more pleasant than the usual homicidal thoughts nurtured by New Yorkers as they walk through the city.


But back to the Mosaic Man.  He has a website (http://mosaicmannyc.com/) and an Etsy store (http://www.etsy.com/shop/MosaicManNYC) where you can get mosaic belt buckles.  I got one for my father, he loves that thing.  There used to be a section on his website that spoke about his homelessness but for some reason, it is gone.  I wonder if he was embarrassed or is no longer homeless.  In any case, he was without shelter for a great many years yet he still decorated our little corner of the world.  Our dickhole of a mayor destroyed some of it, but much still remains.  I will take pictures of his work for this blog, not necessarily showing an entire work but rather bits and pieces.  I want to show the mosaics as I see them, and I hope they inspire someone as much as they inspire me.  Frankly, if I were homeless, I doubt decorating the city would be high on my priorities list… Jim Power is quite a man.


These images were taken at Astor Place on the corner that is northeast of the Alamo (the Astor Place Cube).


Compassion for Mr. Crankypants

There are times that I am cranky, and often, I take this out on others.  These… ehm… “receivers” of my anger often have no idea what kinds of emotional and physical pain I feel, so I assume they think ill of me.  But worse, I find myself judging people when they are rude to me and being completely oblivious of my hypocrisy.  Where is my compassion?

In our society, there exists an unspoken belief that compassion requires some knowledge of a person’s situation.  I may see a boy with a badly burned leg on the news whose injury is a product of war, thus, my response is to feel sadness for him because he is innocent.  I feel sympathy and compassion because I am not a sociopath.  But I do not understand why I need to know this boy’s background to feel something for him.  Recently, I’ve tossed around the idea that maybe true compassion requires a leap of faith in the goodness of others.  Did you see my commentary on the hearts photo?  A belief in the goodness of others is something I lack.

Let’s throw cynicism and misanthropy aside for just a moment (don’t worry, you can pick it back up later, I’m sure I will).  We can begin with the wild premise that when people are shitty, there might be a reason for it.  You know, some people are capable of enduring great suffering silently without losing their ability to function normally in society—to treat other people with respect, to continue on with the social niceties.  Those are some tough motherfuckers and I tip my hat to them.  But others hurt so deeply they lose that capacity.  This may not be a sign of weakness, but that of a deeply injured person, whether those injuries are physical, emotional, spiritual, or any combination therein.  More often than not the people who need compassion are not those whose ailments are obvious.  The people who suffer in silence need it.  They need your caring and hat-tipping and they need second chances.  I’m not saying that having this kind of mindset is easy.  After all, it is much simpler to believe that a grumpy old man–let’s call him Mr. Crankypants–mumbling to himself rudely about you in the supermarket produce aisle is an asshole… more difficult to imagine that he may have lost yet another friend (or a family member or spouse) to death or illness.  Maybe Mr. Crankypants has arthritis and you walked in a direction that forced him to move, causing him pain.  Maybe he is poor and can’t afford enough food.  Maybe his children don’t contact him often, or maybe Mr. Crankpants has no little Crankypantlet children at all and regrets it because now he is alone.  We can’t know.  We can only note his behavior and decide how to respond.  I am a person whose instinct is to say, “Fuck you, butthole!” to someone who is rude to me, which is terribly unfortunate.  Because as I’ve hopefully demonstrated, rudeness may very well be a symptom of something that, if only we knew about it, would instill compassion in our wretched, acrid little hearts.  I urge myself and anyone else to take a breath and think before screaming, “Fuck you, butthole!”  You never know.  Mr. Crankypants might be a crankypants because the world withheld kindness, as it has deprived us all of the comforts we deserve.