Friday, March 31, 2017

Miracle product for Statin induce neuropathy of the hands - AVEENO POSITIVELY AGELESS Skin Strengthening Hand Cream.

For years I have suffered with statin induced neuropathy in my hands. No matter what dosage of a statin I ingest, within two days of starting a protocol, my fingers first become numb, then extremely painful. It starts in the pinkie fingers and proceeds toward my thumbs.

The pain becomes so intense after about two years, that I have to go off the drug for a period of time. Within two or three weeks, the pain starts to slowly subside, and depending on the dosage and medication, it has taken up to two yeasr for the pain to recede completely and the numbness may never completely leave.  I have never been pain and numbness free.

Lipitor, Zocor and Crestor gave me the best results as far as cholesterol  reduction went but the worst side effects and took the  longest for any cessation of pain or numbness. In fact, after Crestor I tried not returning to statins for a while, substituting Slo-Niacin and other supplements in the hopes I could avoid the dreaded statins, but my blood results were too  poor and I had to return to statins and the resultant pain and numbness.

About two months ago I discovered what may well be a miracle solution to the pain and numbness in my hands while still taking my statin - AVEENO POSITIVELY AGELESS Skin Strengthening Hand Cream . A friend recommended that I try it because the skin on my hands was looking old and papery (at 70, it shouldn't necessarily look like a baby's bottom, but I was getting paper cuts very easily while doing a lot of packing of the "stuff" around the house)

Two days of using this miracle cream and not only had the pain subsided in all fingers in both hands, but the numbness has subsided completely in my left hand and in all but the thumb and index finger of my right hand. and I no longer get papercuts so easily. It has made an amazing difference in the strength of the skin on my hands.  And best of all, I have been able to cut back on the NSAIDS that I was taking for the pain in my hands.

I still wear my hand braces to bed at night as I have a tendency to scrunch up my hands in my sleep and wake up with cramps when I don't wear them , but the shear bliss of being able to pick up a coin with my fingers and actually feel the coin. (Before, I would have to look at the coin and use my fingernails to pry the coin from the table, and I couldn't feel the coin as I was lifting it).

 After close to 20 years of pain and suffering, all I can say is "thanks, Aveeno! You've given me a blessing. "

I found tubes of the cream at my local CVS for under $8, and One tube has lasted me for more than a month. So this is cheaper than the bottle of NSAIDs and a whole lot easier on my kidneys and  liver. And my massage therapist even remarked how soft my hands had become last week!

Sunday, March 26, 2017


I came across this quote on Pinterest the other day across a 50's era photo of a tall man holding a 5 year old girl in his arms, and realized how many times I'd thought that as I've been wrestling with "the big clean out". If any of you have dealt with cleaning out the detritus of multiple generations, you know of what I speak.

My mother graced me with boxes and boxes ...and boxes of "stuff" that I could have just chucked, but didn't, and I've spent months and months going through them, separating the stuff into piles to "shred", recycle and "scan and send on to the cousins". And then there are my boxes of slides and negatives from 4 years of college, 3 years in the Adirondacks and 15 years in California, which she also boxed up and brought along, bless her heart. lots of time bombs there.

So, what have I found? tintypes and old photos of my great grand parents and grand parents as young parents and even as children. Photos of my parents as children and young lovers. Photos of my Dad and Aunt Evelyn during WWII all over Europe and pinup shots that my mother sent to Dad so he wouldn't forget her, Photos of the man I loved and lost - twice. Photos of places that I lived or visited and loved around the world - Paris, the Cliffs of Moher, Tokyo, Hong Kong, Kyoto, DC, Montreal, Yosemite, New Orleans,San Francisco, London, Yellowstone, Rome, Toronto, NYC, LA, the 4 Corners in the SW, and all over New England.

Pictures of my brownie troup from Jamestown NY , my brother's indian guide den. Pics of us up on horses, riding at my uncle's farm or at local stables - of us skiing at the golf course in Jamestown or at Holiday Valley- or just down Cook Avenue.

As my parents' generation passes, and now mine starts to diminish, and our memories start to fade, all that's really left are photos to remind us of who we are- to kick start our memories. I was part of a large, loud , rowdy family. I grew up knowing that my "big boy" cousins  (all 15-20 years older than me) would protect me no matter what, and show me a great time - rides on their motorcycles, trips to stock car races where they drove or to the rodeo when it was in town. My  cousin Bonnie, 5 years my senior, protected me on the school bus if I had to stay late and ride the Big Kids bus home. It was a different world back then, and there are days that I wish I could turn back the clock
Now, most of those Big Boy cousins are gone, and when I look through my high school year book, I wonder what happened to kids with whom I graduated. We move away from "home" almost as soon as I graduated. Dad was transferred from Jamestown to Cleveland and then four years later to Los Angeles, so it wasn't until he died and Mom started returning to Chautauqua County for long visits with my Aunt Ruth that I came back. and by then the diaspora from Jamestown had begun. Industry moved away and the population halved. Very few of my class are still in the area, as there were no jobs for them to return to from college. My friends and I drifted apart, and I don't hear from them much any more. I just found one recently on Facebook- after 45 years! And Mom would smile at that thought. She was still in touch with some of her childhood friends right up to her death.

But these photos that I've found in the boxes  each tell a story. A walk down memory lane. I 'm sure a couple of my friends from college, if they're reading this, are praying that I'm not going to post any pictures of them to embarrass them if their spouses or kids/grandkids  should stumble across them. Have no fear - that promise I made to keep those confidential will stay that way unless you run for public office- then all bets are off!

And now those cursed boxes in the basement yet to be dealt with are calling my name. I would really like to be done with this whole process by the end of April and have the last Pod packed and on its way to Maryland so that I can put the house in New England on the market and move on with my life. I have tarried too long "up North" and a new life awaits me in the Mid Atlantic states, free of encumbrances and many boxes of "stuff". and Hopefully with the opening of my new studio the rest of the boxes of "stuff" that have been sent on to Maryland will be opened, put on shelves and rapidly sold. Fingers crossed all around! Those fingers of mine  are itching to be making things again - lovely metal and glass and clay things.

And, oh yes, if there are any old friends of mine out there wondering about getting in touch, yes, please do. It's been way too long, even if I told you never to contact me again. What was I thinking? We have tales to tell and memories to share, and somewhere on a hard disc I've got the pictures to prove it!