fender bender christmas

•January 1, 2018 • Leave a Comment

My pretty 78 beetle got roughed up in a rear end collision, dashing out all plans to parade my nieces and nephews down Candy Cane Lane with the convertible top down during my holiday visit.

I’m still a bit rattled. It takes a lot to un-nerve me. I had been used to people slowing down to check out my car, giving way to my pretty granny classic. I had been accostumed to admiration, I never expected anyone to come at me with any sort of force or impact to hurt my baby. But it happened. After 4 hours of holiday commuting time and less than an hour from my destination, I experienced my first rear-end collision. My car was drivable. Duct tape secured the bumper to the body.

The guy admitted fault. The woman in front of me and her nephew was fine and unaffected in her tank of a truck. With my car taking the brunt of damage, we were all happy to be alive and ok. I now get to dance with his insurance company and learn the process of restoring my car to its former beauty.

AAA towed me back to LA. I arrived safely home. Tomorrow I begin the process of “mission fix the bug.”

I like doing new things….this is not one I’m looking forward to.



comic con SDCC 2018 here I come

•December 16, 2017 • Leave a Comment

I scored comic con passes for the 5th year in row and I managed to do it this year in my sleep.

It takes some pre-planning and coordination. My number one rule is to have a team ready on registration morning. Our team has at least 3 to 8 people from different cities bright-eyed and ready with everyone’s ID and special waiting room links. It gets intense waiting but the adrenaline rush upon landing into the waiting room gets celebrated as we text/chat each other. Hands are shaking as you entered ID numbers and continued listening to who’s on deck and who’s still in the wings. There’s a big wooohoo and sigh of relief as each family member and friend gets their pass. And then it’s over in less than an hour. That’s how fast comic con gets sold out.

Comic con is a family event for us. It’s when we have relatives fly in and the long lines and panels become our points to reunite.

I missed pre-reg this year and I forgot to share my details to my family. My heart was feeling a bit sorry for myself. This will be the first year that my boyfriend will not be onboard; he’s now a past tense. We are no longer a dynamic duo. So, this year, after missing pre-registration, I gave my info to my sister-in-law for my final chance at passes during general registration.

Thank God, I had my family on the ready because I did not wake up registration morning! 😵😖 I had a late night helping my friend get back to her family. I was knackered but woke up to my family’s text that they got my comic con pass. I Venmo’d my brother-in-law and the mission is successfully closed. 🎉

This geek is looking forward to San Diego Comic Con 2018, hanging out with family and getting a new ornament for my tree. ☺️


tsw day 91 being strong while delicate

•September 1, 2015 • Leave a Comment


Everyone has them.  A bad hair day, a sick day, a sad day, a day when you don’t feel or look your best.  But sometimes, life deals you not a day but a week, a month or a bad year.  We all press on.  All of us are negativity slayers.

I enjoyed a bit of calm  where my skin was not angry though a tiny bit moody.  I was comfortable enough to do things I took for granted like putting petro into my car and getting some grocery shopping in without being distracted by pain. 

I’m sitting on the ledge where time seems to elude me during my solitary moments.  I am at my best when I’m teaching my students and enjoying my time with family and friends. Alone, I meet bits of limbo time.

If you’re going through TSW, I encourage you to schedule time to see your friends at least every other week.  It’s grounding and they don’t care that you are not wearing makeup.  

I’m getting better at unpuzzling the riddle of my health.  Using absolutely NO moisturizers is working for me as well as taking a certain nutritional.  I haven’t had an ibuprofen in a long while and I’m down to a couple of antihistamines at bedtime in order to get some decent sleeps in.

Do I look awesome?  Meh.  But at least I’m not cradling an ice pack and I feel optimistic even when my skin feels a smidge moody.

It’s day 91 of saying bye bye to topical steroids.  I’ve had a couple of mini bouts of angry skin but I seem to be stabilizing and having more productive days versus pain management days.


Pressing on….



tsw: day 66 two steps forward one step back

•August 7, 2015 • Leave a Comment


My skin is trying to roar. I had a few really good days where I felt happy in my skin. I thought I was strong enough….

To enjoy some jojoba oil.

Boy, am I glad I wasn’t ambitious for lotion and makeup.

I’m keeping my skin at bay staying away from moisturizers (again) and taking immune system building supplements that seem to be helping. I didn’t schedule a Bax treatment this week. I thought I was feeling better and could taper off. Blast.

I must note too that I ate some “novel” food that mom brought over. It tasted so good and I was in better spirits thinking I was getting all better. I sat at the piano without pain. My friends dropped by for a visit. I indulged a root beer.

I was feeling better. It was a “better” that had me feeling stunned and happy. I want that again.

Now. If not now… Tomorrow?

Hello universe. Do you hear me? I loved that feeling…of feeling happy in my skin.

Two steps forward, one step back.


tsw: day 62 – am I on the right path?

•August 4, 2015 • Leave a Comment

I don’t have the patience to suffer a year let alone several years of TSW.

Before TSW, I was working towards weaning myself of TS.  

My flares always won.  What I didn’t know was that I had to QUIT using TS completely and not buckle when the tough got going.  How did I miss the anti steroid conversation after years of internet surfing for answers? I got distracted by this diet, this supplement, this magic skin application.  Life was a just barely manageable roller coaster and I couldn’t figure out my triggers.  Was I allergic to the weather, something I ate?  

My skin went through an intense first month of TSW.  Every week, I felt like I had a new misery to add to my list of angry reactions my skin was having.  Sometimes ice relieved me and other times hot compress.  By the end of one month, Benadryl and Ibuprofen stopped helping me feel better.  And true to TSW bloggers’ own experiences, my monthly hormones promised a nightmare.  My skinned cleared up right after. Down was my first TSW month and I enjoyed a calm complexion week at comic con.

That was the one week I missed a Bax treatment.  I tried to schedule one immediately returning from my trip and found my chiropractor had gone on vacation.  Noooooo!!!!!!  My skin suffered, the pain escalated and I was up to three showers a day to calm the pain.  I was put on antibiotics after I made a strong argument against taking steroids and was happy to not be put on prednisone.  Been there.  Done that.

After a week, I completed my script of antibiotics and started to worry. That time of the month was to return.  After a couple of Bax treatments, I felt a bit more stable but had a sense of dread.  My skin was starting to turn red and angry again.  It was a slower simmer to angry this time though.  I had adopted the NO MOISTURiZER stance that I had read on several blogs.  I was soaking in Epsom salts and letting my skin dry out purposely.  The pain was less but still zappy.  I was also using natural pain / anti inflammatory medicinal options that enabled me to reduce taking ibuprofen and Benadryl.  

Honestly, I now can’t remember when I last took an ibuprofen.  I still take Benadryl and melatonin though.  Sleep is critical because that is when your body goes on full throttle mending mode.  

I’ve also stopped carrying ice packs wherever I go.  My skin has cleared up significantly and I’m at a calm that has me blinking.  Is this real?  I’m not wearing makeup but I wore a pretty dress yesterday and didn’t feel compelled to hide under a rock.  Something is different.

More thoughts at the next post.


tsw: day 57 watching the clock

•July 29, 2015 • Leave a Comment


I’ve run out of benadrly. I’ve run out of bananas. And I’m hoping tomorrow will be a good day for me to run errands. Today, I woke up to dry, blotchy red skin that was having a paper cut party. It’s a weird and miserable experience that calmed down after a shower and a few ice packs.

I’m doing the NO moisturizer regime. After I shower, I put nothing on to ‘seal the moisture’. No emollients, lotions, etcetera after I pat myself dry. After reading several TSW blogs, I noticed there was great debate over whether to moisturize or not. Moisturizers are seen as crutches that interfere with healing skin learning to be strong. Many believe that suffering a short period of discomfort will open to a smoother roller coaster ride. Skin will still be temperamental but less angry.

After last weekend’s struggle to be comfortable enough to sleep an hour soundly, I’m keen to not have a repeater. Pain is stupefying. Sometimes, I feel like I dare not move. Today, I wondered why I couldn’t cry. I must be too tired to bother or perhaps a part of me thinks that pain feels even worse if you cry.

You would think that reaching for an ibuprofen and melatonin would be second nature by now. No, and I don’t want reaching for medicine to feel normal.

It’s 4am. It’s day 57 of TSW. My sleep schedule is weirding out. I’m looking forward to beginning a new day. I’m trying out a new supplement whose reviews were impressive. Tomorrow will be a new day to figure out and hack my wellness. Good morning and goodnight.


tsw:  day 46 I’d wear a veil if I could rock it

•July 19, 2015 • Leave a Comment


I’m looking my worst to date. And the pain is pretty intense. Yesterday, after taking two benadrlys, I was finally sleepy. I had not slept the night before due to the sparky electric like storm on my face. You would think I would just collapse into bed. Nope. The discomfort was so intense, I decided to stand in the shower (for the third time of the yet so young Saturday afternoon). It’s the only place I don’t feel awful.

My boyfriend called me his Barnacle Belle.  I laughed and it hurt.  Despite feeling like I look like a monster, he did not want to cancel our movie date night. I dressed up cute and wore a hat to hide underneath.  I’d wear a veil if I could rock it but fabrics near my face don’t feel nice.

New thing, I’m on antibiotics this week.    Boo!  My face has a different thing going on and the pain has been more intense that I spent most of my time doing pain management than having time to consider eating or sleeping as a possibility.  My body didn’t even fit in a hives breakout. Yay?  And another tiny detail came to mind. Before TSW, whenever my allergies/eczema/asthma would flare up, my eyes used to get super duper incredibly dry.  I needed to use a steroid eye ointment.  Along with being able to breathe better than ever since TSW, my eyes feel happy.  Go figure.

I wish my face would feel happy.  I’m brainstorming for outside the box options.  I’m not keen on riding a withdrawal roller coaster.


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