That Froggy Feeling…


Body… Achy, Blurry, Exhausted, Headache, Froggy

Mind… Foggy, chance of meatballs

Mood… Huh, what?

In order to keep my voice clear as possible, my doctor made it clear that I should not have any dairy… at all.
ME:  So that means, cow dairy, right? Since I’m allergic to it.
DR:  No dairy.
ME:  But specifically no cow’s dairy.
DR: No dairy at all.
ME: How about Sheep? Like Sheep’s Feta, I’m not allergic to Sheep.
DR: No dairy.
ME: Goat?
DR: …
So, I like dairy, and it sucks that I shouldn’t have any.  Anyway, since I cut dairy out completely, there has been a little less junk going on down on the chords.
But, of course, one Friday night, knowing full well what I was doing, we went for Italian food.
Now, overall, I did pretty good. I had the bow tie pasta dish with steak tidbits, broccoli and sundried tomatoes in a garlic sauce.
See, no dairy.  Except…
Ahhh… garlic bread, how much do I love thee? Let me count the ways.  Oh, about two baskets.  All that yummy, warm, crusty bread with buttery garlic.  And let’s not forget the lovely yeast in the bread.  Did I mention that I have an allergy to yeast?  I’m sure I did in a previous post.
ME: What about butter?  That’s not dairy, right?
DR:  Meh.
So, I woke up the next morning all congested, face puffy, back of throat thick with junk.  That’s why I did this on a Friday night, I should be clear by Sunday.
I know I ‘shouldn’t’ have, but I did.  I am testing how things work, one food at a time, but two bread baskets filled with butter and yeast, was a little overboard.  Garlic bread is done for a while.  Chicken (allergic to chicken and turkey) is next.  Definitely on a Friday.


In order to keep my voice as clear as possible, my doctor said NO DAIRY at all.


ME:  So that means, cow dairy, right?  Since I’m allergic to COW dairy?

DR:  No dairy.

ME:  But specifically no cow’s dairy?

DR: No dairy at all.

ME: How about sheep? Like sheep’s feta?  I’m not allergic to sheep.

DR: No dairy.  At all.

ME: Goat?

DR: …


So, I LOVE dairy, (cheese especially) and it sucks that I shouldn’t have any.  Anyway, since I cut out dairy, there has been a little less junk down on the chords, meaning less work and strain for my voice-overs.


Avoiding dairy, not to mention other types of foodstuffs, makes eating out tedious and boring.  Well, a couple of Friday’s ago we went for Italian food.   I did okay–I had the bow tie pasta dish with steak tidbits, broccoli, sun dried tomatoes in garlic and olive oil.  (It was delicious–Portofino’s in Forest Hills, I highly recommend it.)


See, no dairy.  Except…


Ahhh… garlic bread, how much do I love thee?!  Let me count the ways.  Oh, about two baskets.  All that yummy, warm, crusty bread with buttery garlic.  And let’s not forget the lovely yeast in the bread.  Did I mention that I have an allergy to yeast?  I’m sure I did in a previous post.


ME: What about butter?  That’s not dairy, right?

DR:  Meh.


So, I woke up the next morning all congested, face puffy, back of throat thick with junk.  That’s why I did this on a Friday night, I should be clear for work by Monday.  Sort of.


I know I ‘shouldn’t’ have, but I did.  I am testing how things work, one food at a time, but two bread baskets filled with butter and yeast, was a little overboard.  While staying away from dairy helps minimize that froggy feeling, I have other food allergies that can dramatically effect my voice without any junk ( mucous/phlegm), just inflammation.


So, anyway, garlic bread is done for a while.  Chicken (allergic to chicken and turkey) is next.  Definitely on a Friday.


FYI – All these various food allergies did not appear until after several years with Chronic Lyme.





To Chelate or Not to Chelate…


Body… Achy
Mind… Less foggy
Mood… Better


Had a really bad reaction about three months ago.  The yeast in my body invited all their friends over for a party and wrecked the place–a total blowout.  Unfortunately, I’m the one with the hangover.  Thanks, Yeast!


Yeast came into the equation almost two years ago.  Since Chronic Lyme Disease (CLD) can cause nerve damage, my primary doctor suggested I see a Neurologist that specialized in CLD (and believe it or not, this is the short version).  More after the … bump.




The First Post…


First posts are always a bitch, so I am going to practice the much desired discipline of brevity.


Body… Achy
Mind… Foggy
Mood… Cranky


Felt poorly most of the day.  Walked around feeling pretty wound-up, physically–a lot of bracing.  Stairs were a challenge, but not as bad as some days.  Walking made me breathe heavy–hard to catch my breath.


Had two auditions.  Meditated before I left the house.  Voice was okay, for a change.  Not great, but okay. The foggy brain giving me trouble with the copy, but I think I gave decent reads.


Went home before my acting class.  Ate, did some work, meditated again–meditation helps me with bracing.  It helps me relax the tension out of my body, with the by-product of pain management.  The less tension I have, the less bracing.  The less bracing, the easier time my muscles have of it.


Went to class.  Had decent energy.  By my second scene, had a wonderful headache, limbs got heavy.  The scene had some intense stuff going on.  I feel I didn’t fare well (what actor does?).  I mean, really… I felt pretty shitty.  There’s probably some kind of inverse square law going on, but from experience, when I’m having a heavy fatigue day, my emotional state after class tends to be rather not so generous to myself.  Knowing this, it’s easier to cut myself some slack–and I do.  Practice makes perfect.