Today’s post comes from Barbara in Rivertown.
A friend has forwarded to me the information that (get ready) February 18 is “Eat Ice Cream for Breakfast” day. According to one story, E.I.C.F.B. originated to increase awareness about childhood cancer, and to commemorate the short life of a little girl named Malia Grace, who lived from February 18, 2001 to Dec 7, 2010. “First celebrated by a group of close friends to commemorate her life and creativity, Eat Ice Cream for Breakfast Day went on to become a day to honor all the children who have or are battling childhood cancer. It exploded onto the scene, with thousands of people from all over the world taking part and spreading the message to thousands more.”
Happily, this year February 18 falls on a Sunday, when many of us have more time to hang out with our family, our pets, etc., and indulge.
I also came upon a different site: This article relates that a mother named Florence started the trend to cope with the boredom experienced by her six children. The next year her kids remembered, and it got to be a tradition. And “thanks to Florence’s grandchildren, who have traveled extensively — Ice Cream for Breakfast Day has been celebrated in countries all over the world, from Germany, to Nepal, to as far as Namibia.”
Whichever story you relate to, enjoy! As the t-shirt says, “Life is short. Eat dessert first.”
What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?
What else should we have for breakfast that doesn’t usually come to mind?
Today’s post comes from Barbara in Rivertown.
A couple of weeks ago our neighbor, while out walking her dog, went down on glare ice – that sort of fall where you are suddenly flat on your back staring at the sky, and don’t know how the he** you got there. This was worse than usual though, as she cracked her skull on the ice. Pamela actually passed out for a bit; there was a lot of bleeding, a trip to the ER, and a concussion. She’s almost back to normal now, but is taking an afternoon nap (which is tricky at work), and was told she must not hit her head again. Just saw her (carefully) walking the dog for the first time today.
Traveling on foot is particularly treacherous in this season, due to a lot of melting and freezing. And here in Winona, we keep getting a new dusting of snow, which is fine in some places but hides the ice in others. I fell last week after a concert, because of an uneven sidewalk that wasn’t really visible – “just” went down on my knees, but was OK mostly.
Have you had any really bad falls, either out- or indoors?
Got any tips for prevention?
I frequently run into children in my psychology practice who have issues with how things feel, taste, or sound. These children do not have diagnoses of Autism Spectrum Disorder (although many of those people have significant sensory problems). No, the children to whom I refer are just really irritated and bothered by things in their sensory worlds. They have problems with the textures of foods, with seams in their socks, and with dirt on their hands. They crave tight clothes and heavy blankets, or else they don’t like wearing clothes at all. Some can’t abide loud noises. Some can’t bear to have anything like a tooth-brush in their mouths, or else they have an intense need for oral stimulation and need to chew on things. I refer them to Occupational Therapists who do all sorts of mysterious and wonderful things with them to reduce their sensory stress and make them less irritable.
I, too, have some sensory issues. I remember as child that I wouldn’t wear any article of clothing that had a tag in it. Mom had to cut them off. They were itchy and scratchy and I couldn’t stop thinking about them if they were still inside my clothes. I also remember wearing what are called “rumba pants” as a very little girl. They were decorative panties with lace on the backside. They itched like crazy and it was impossible to sit down without having them scratch my legs.
I prefer loose clothes to tight clothes. I never liked it when my mom would wash my bedding, since I liked things soft against my skin, and the freshly laundered sheets were scratchy. I can’t stand to feel that there is anything under my fingernails. This partially accounts for my unbreakable bad habit of chewing my nails. My son tells me that whenever he touches cardboard with his fingertips, it is like hearing nails on a black board for him.
I don’t know why I am seeing so many children with this issue. I think other children had sensory issues when I was young, but that no one asked the right questions to find out. Perhaps life wasn’t quite as complicated then and it was easier to learn to cope. Perhaps we are doing something environmentally or in our child rearing practices that is causing more problems like this. I don’t know the answer. I just know I am glad there is help for all that sensory irritability now.
What sensory issues do you have? Do you know someone with sensory issues?
I know that anecdotes are not science. Just because you know two people who know two other people who have had something happen to them doesn’t mean it is science. When the anecdotes don’t agree with your own world view it’s pretty easy to refute them. But when it happens to you, it’s a little harder.
For many years I didn’t get a flu shot because they were made with thimerosal as a preservative and I’m sensitive to that. Then about 8 years ago, they started making the shots without the preservative so I signed up at work and got the shot. A month later I was as sick as a dog; since I’d had the flu shot I was sure I had food poisoning and that was when I got a lesson in flu coverage by my doctor. The flu shot is an educated guess about what will be coming around each flu season; sometimes they work, sometimes they miss the mark. But the memory of being that sick made me hesitant to get a flu shot again.
Fast forward to last spring when I had pneumonia (ick). My doctor told me that the flu shot would be a helpful preventative against pneumonia so I dutifully got the shot this year.
You know where this is going, right? As I sat in Urgent Care yesterday with chills so bad I could hardly drive and a temperature over 103, the doctor (of course) asked me if I had gotten a flu shot this year. I said “yes, and a lot of good it’s done me”. She repeated to me that every now and then the current flu serum for the year really doesn’t help that year’s flu strain at all. This is one of those years. And apparently 8 years ago was one of those years as well.
I understand that this is a complete coincidence that both years I got the flu shot were the only two years that I’ve gotten the flu in the last couple of decades. My brain knows that getting the flu shot didn’t really give me the flu…. but just the same, my hearts thinks it’s going to be really hard for me to go get that shot next year!
Has your brain ever disagreed with your heart?