Monthly Archives: March 2011

Diamox

We are on our way to Ecuador.  Not the tropical, Galapagos, malaria-risk part of Ecuador, but the mountainous, volcanic part.   Columbia, South Carolina sits about 300 ft above sea level.  Quito, where we will fly into and spend a few days is about 9200 ft above, and  the elevation of Ambato, where Kim lives, is about 8400.   A period of altitude sickness & adjustment is typical when making this trip.  You might suspect altitude sickness if you experience fatigue, shortness of breath on exertion, headaches, swelling, or bowel problems.  It might be hard to climb a flight of stairs. Of course if you’re as out of shape as we are, you might already experience most of these symptoms AT sea level.

My previous bad experience with altitude occurred at Pike’s Peak several years ago.  While visiting family in Colorado, we made this a day trip. We packed the kids and a picnic and made the drive from Boulder.   Now this must be something people do all the time, because there were guidebooks, paved roads, and rangers, and once you got to the top, a souvenir t-shirt shop.   Except I didn’t get to experience much of that because no sooner did I walk into the shop than the world went fuzzy, then black.   The next thing I remember, I was in another room, on my back, with an oxygen tube in my nose and an earnest young man in an EMT uniform looking down at me.   My family claims that not only did I pass out cold, but I took down a rack or two of t-shirts and narrowly missed falling on a small child on my way down.   And being  kind, caring type of family members they immediately ran away in embarrassment, claiming they had NO idea who that crazy, obviously drunk woman was.  Then they afterward delightedly told all their friends back home about the incident, complete with dramatic recreations of the noises I made, my indelicately sprawled position on the floor, and about the poor EMT who had to drag me out of the way.   I would like to point out, however, that this is obviously such a common experience that they actually HAVE an EMT, complete with his very own Oxygen tanks who does nothing but hang out in the souvenir shop all day waiting for people  to pass out.

The nice people who had to reassemble the t-shirt racks

This time, however, I’m prepared.  After researching the issue extensively on the Internet and telling our rushed but up-for-almost-anything-as-long-as-it-gets-you-out-of-the-office-and-you-seem-somewhat-knowledgeable,  kind , intelligent, caring Family Doctor about our concerns, he prescribed Diamox.  And thus begins both the “new learning” and the “new experience” relevance.  Diamox, or Acetazolamide,  “is a carbonic anhydrase inhibitor that is used to treat glaucoma, epileptic seizures, benign intracranial hypertension (pseudotumor cerebri), altitude sickness, cystinuria, and dural ectasia. Acetazolamide is available as a generic drug and is also used as a diuretic.”

Yeah, that last word is diuretic.  As in, “makes you pee”.  Alot.  So now I’m not only a woman of a “certain age” who is already known for having to stop at every rest stop and sometimes in between too, but now I’m one taking a medication which makes you go even more.  Facing long, bumpity bus rides on mountain rodes, careening around corners on buses that I’m guessing won’t have any facilities beyond a hole or two in the floorboards.  But that’s not even where it ends.

I’m not generally the type of person to pay much attention to side effects, mainly because on the few occasions I’ve taken medications, I’ve never had many that amount to much.   I seem to tolerate almost anything.  And I didn’t feel too worried when I felt a bit light-headed a few hours after my first dose – it wasn’t horrible, and as long as I remained sitting, which is usually what I do anyway, it was fine.  But was weird were the “tingles”.  I couldn’t even really explain them to Jim (who hadn’t taken a dose yet).   It started with my lips tingling, and then my cheeks, and then that would go away and my hand would feel like it was falling asleep, then my feet.   Just random, variable buzzes & humming & numbness & tingling sensations.  Nothing that would even make me think of leaving work but enough to annoy me constantly.  Then when I tried to drink a Diet Coke, it tasted bad.  Kind of a tinny taste.  So I googled, and sure enough, these are both common side effects of this wonderful drug.

So given how unpleasant this Diamox is in general, I’m really counting on it to work.   As are the Ecuadorian EMT and t-shirt rack assemblers.

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WordPress for Iphone

This is today’s new learning & experience – trying to figure out how to use this gizmo. I am not a big phone person but I have had an iPod touch for a couple of years and so far it’s similar. I don’t see a way to upload pictures here though – maybe that’s one of the reasons it gets low ratings. So what are your favorite apps?

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Its Girl Scout Cookie Time!

In honor of Girl Scout cookie month, I set out to learn about this time-honored tradition. Personally, I have mixed feelings about GS cookies. On the one hand, they are AWESOME and yummy, and the money goes toward a good cause. And on the other…..well, they are addictive, over-priced, evil little boxes of mint-flavored crack. Sometime shortly after the holiday feasting has worn off and the resolutions about healthy eating have been thrown out the window, I find myself starting to fantasize about Thin Mints, “Do-Si-Dos”, “Thanks a Lot” and whatever other cutsie names they come up with that year.  I know that within a few short weeks, an adorable little doe-eyed girl will show up at my door, or a nice Grandma at work will start passing around the order sheet. Of course once that happens you are OBLIGED to buy the cookies or you might be perceived as a Satanic, child-hating, anti-girl-self-esteem, Nazi-loving, cheapskate.  So as I sit here eating more than a few too many cookies, here  are   a few facts about the drug-dealers Girl Scouts, their meth labs, cookie factories and their rap sheet history.

Obviously not a well-mannered Southern girl. I can tell because she didn't say, "Ma'am" at the end. But that's another post.

Girl Scout cookies were first sold in the 20’s, when GS founder Juliette Gordon Low thought up the idea as a fundraiser.  For the first 20 years or so, GS troops actually baked their own cookies and sold them in their communities.  So it really did start off as a bake sale.

Thin Mints are the top-selling GS cookie at 25% of the total.  DUH!….that shouldn’t really count as a new fact – if you couldn’t guess that one you don’t deserve your cookie badge.

For every box of cookies you buy (at approximately $50 for 10 cookies), 2/3 of your purchase goes to keep that sweet adorable girl on your doorstep off the street corner (at least that was my interpretation of that particular statistic).

All of the cookies are cholesterol free, have 0 trans fats, no artificial preservatives and are certified Kosher!  So they are HEALTHY, good-for-you, REALLY!   And none of that, “Sorry, I’m Jewish” crap….you are just as screwed as us Gentiles.

As of 2005,  72% of women in the US Senate and 67% in the US House are Girl Scout Alums.

In 1942 Girl Scouts sold calendars rather than cookies, due to the shortages caused by World War II.   Interesting however that the war didn’t end until 1945 so they obviously decided that doing without the cookies was just too big a sacrifice for anyone to make.  In fact, I think access to Girl Scout cookies is included as a basic human right in the Geneva Convention.

Lest you think I’m kidding about how seriously some of us take our cookies, I offer this recent news story as evidence:

http://www.naplesnews.com/news/2011/feb/21/girl-scout-thin-mints-reported-stolen/

I would also like to point out this unfortunate incident comes to us from the hometown of my friend Alto2, and doesn’t ever name the alleged victim.  Personally I’m taking Hersha’s side….you mess with MY Thin Mints and I’m not responsible for my actions either.  But don’t worry, Alto2, if you did eat the Thin Mints, we completely understand and are there for you.  An August Moms contingent is on the way for an intervention – just hope you got an extra box.

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