It used to be that I went from one hairdresser to the next without a care and now it seems it’s blog sites. So anyone still bothering to read I’m moving to www.cat573.vox.com
mainly because thats where a few people I know are.
ciao
tips and trick for the globus sufferer September 5, 2007
Saw the speech pathologist in regards to the globus. I knew I was going to have to eat something in front of her but when I was in the waiting room I saw her go past with a large tray with an assortment of foods. When I got in there I told her I wouldn’t be doing the banana or the orange juice so we settled on a sugary biscuit and some fruit salad. She watches and then feels your throat while you swallow. She determines how strong your swallow is and if food may not be going down properly. Then she told me things I should avoid for general throat care i.e. screaming/yelling, coffee, alcohol, smoking, airconditioned buildings for long periods. You should also consider any medication you’re taking that can affect your hormone levels as this is a consideration with globus. Now the thing with globus is, that it’s only the sensation of something being stuck in your throat, there’s not actually anything there. So no matter how often you clear it, you’re not going to move it. Now when you clear your throat or cough you give each side of your vocal chords a good hard smack. So you irritate and aggravate them. And the more you do it the more you’ll need to do it becasue you’re making them sore. So (long story I know) what you (I) do is count how many times you throat clear for one day. Now for me that could be millions so she said just do it for an hour. Then say you did it 1000 times that day, the next day you say, ok, I’ll only do it 900 times today. And through the day say that you won’t do it for 10 minutes (or whatever). Also when you feel the need to throat clear do a hard swallow instead. You don’t have to swallow water, spit will do. You have to change your behaviour. She is lining up a barium swallow for me though which sounds like fun. They coat a biscuit with it then more people watch me eat it externally and internally. I haven’t started the counting thing yet as I’m recovering from flu and I’m coughing all the time from that anyway. However I’ve been much more concious of the herhmmming and not doing it as much.
the story of matilda September 4, 2007
began 15 years ago today at 5am in the morning. An easy uneventful labour that resulted in a 9lb 2oz baby girl. All the drama began before we left the house. I stood on the front verandah at 1am and flat out refused to get into this old heap of rubbish car we had at the time. No way was I going to the hospital in it. So we had a bit of a fight about it until Cheryl came out and said – Stop fighting and get to the hospital. So we went in the work truck. When we got there we’d forgotten the card with all the details from the prenatal classes so darren had to go home and get it. Then I couldn’t get any pethidine as I think the nurses were too scared to wake the doctor up to ask him. They finally did at 4.30am and of course she was born half an hour later so all it really did was make me zonked out for the rest of the day. The nurses had the room all dark and relaxing and the doctor stormed in with bed hair and shoelaces undone and yelled out – will someone turn on the bloody light! Anyway Matilda was a bloody brat in hospital. Wouldn’t stop crying – almost drove us all insane. The nurses said she was hungry because she was so big and couldn’t wait for the milk to turn up. Of course the doctor had said she wasn’t allowed to have formula while she was waiting and the old sister said it was alright for him home in bed, not here with her working herself into a state. (Matilda that is was in a state, not the sister, although I’m pretty sure she just about was as well). She ended up giving her bottles of water – poor starving thing. But we survived and made it home where I only knocked her out of the bassinet once (it had funny wheels and I was pushing it and they kind of caught and over it went). But I had her tucked in tightly so she kinda stayed intact. Poor old third child – you’re much more reckless with them. When Jessie was born we were scared to put one of those little bonds suits on her as we thought we’d break her leg trying to get her into it. We had an elaborate bathing routine that involved warm rooms and fluffy towels whereas matilda’s just involved throwing her in with whoever was in the bath at the time then lying her on the bathroom floor to get dry. But she survived. Poor child, look, we couldn’t even be bothered putting her legs in the bouncer properly.
