Category Archives: Health

Walk the Walk: Canadian Style

Heeeeeeeey, so I don’t know why I waited like a week for this, but what the hell, have some walking statistics for my time in Calgary so far!

Total distance: 680.00 miles [Not sure how I managed to hit that exactly. It wasn’t planned.]
Total number of walks: 93
Average distance per walk: 7.31 miles

Did I meet my average of 50 miles per week? No. I blame finals. But that’s okay, considering that last year it took me eight months to go 1,000 miles and this year it took me only about 3.5 months to walk nearly 700 miles. I bumped up the pace quite a bit, I’d say.

Want some line graphs? You know you do.

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October was a good month.

Stay tuned for a later blog post in which I set my yearly mileage goal for 2015!

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500 Miles!

Hey foolios!

After my walk today, I’ve officially walked 500 (well, 501) miles around Calgary!

STATS TIME!

  • Number of walks: 65
  • Average distance per walk: 7.71 miles
  • Shortest walk; longest walk: 1.39 miles; 17.03 miles
  • Average per week: 50.1 miles

Boxplot time! Here are miles by the days of the week (the red line is the average 7.71 miles).

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WOO!

Also, have some perspective:

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Here is a map showing the distance between a random location on the east side of Moscow and Walmart, which is on the extreme west side of Moscow. Most would agree that this distance, 3 miles, is pretty much “across town.”

Here’s the same distance in Calgary.

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Just to give you an idea of how dramatically different the areas of the two cities are (that’s not even all of Calgary north-south-wise; it wouldn’t all fit at that zoom).

Walk the Walk

So I’ve been here a month now* and I’ve walked 231.4 miles around the city (488,593 steps).

Plot of walks over the last 30 days!

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I think my goal shall be at least 50 miles per week. Not sure how that will go, especially once I get busier at school (and once the temperature dives), but we’ll see.

YAY BIG CITIES!

*I’m not counting the first week, from September 1st to the 7th. That week sucked and I’m treating it as if it never happened. So there.

SHOE PARTY

So remember way back when I got my new shoes? I promised I’d take a picture of the bottoms and tops of them every 50 miles to get a progressive representation of how they wear. I was hoping to do this until the new shoes were as worn as my old Kinvaras. However, I’m going to stop at 600 miles for a few reasons:

  1. I think these shoes are wearing considerably faster than the previous pair. They’re probably 80% as worn as the old ones and have only been worn for 600 miles, not 1,300-ish.
  2. I’ve been trying to keep the background of the photos consistent across all of them. Since I had to move out of my office (where I’d been taking the photos), I can’t do that anymore. And that jump in consistency would bother the hell out of me.

BUT ANYWAY. Here are gifs of the top and bottom, a picture for each 50 miles between 0 and 600 miles.

Bottom Fast

Top Fast

 

Here’s slower, too.

Bottom Slow

Top Slow

Yeah, I was bored today.

NO NOSE NO

WHAT IS THIS.

Opus Oils announces the Official Release of the olfactory breakthrough, “Eau Pear Tingle” – A multi-sensory fragrance experience that was designed to be sensed by those with Anosmia.

“Eau Pear Tingle is as much about “sensation” as it is about the unique ability that perfume has to express periods of time.  The fragrance starts out with a modern mouthwatering juicy twist that is redolent of green pear, pineapple and a hint of coconut.  This is followed by the trigeminal effect of camphor, mint and black pepper that has a delightful side effect; it steadies the breath with a mild cooling sensation complemented by the essence of fir and wood shavings.  The perfume dries down to an addictive classic base that is rich in sandalwood and musk.  When you wear Eau Pear Tingle you journey from the present into the future and repose in the past.  The fact that someone who has anosmia is able to sense this fragrance is truly an innovation in the art of perfumery.  It is also cause for the industry to consider anosmia as a source of inspiration for scent creation targeting connoisseurs as well as the 65+ demographic that is regularly snubbed by the industry; whether they have age related smell loss or not…” 

I WANT SOME.

*noises of frustration*

Guess who spent the afternoon in the hospital because of ridiculous panic attacks?

ME!

Aren’t you jealous?

Ouchie

I’m 10 days into the “No Health Insurance Zone” and what do I do? Practically amputate my toe.

Story:

I have an old science beaker that has been in my possession for like 6 years now. When I was up in Vancouver I just put a bunch of fake flowers in it, but since I’ve been back in Moscow my drive to decorate the basement has been practically zero, so the beaker’s been sitting on my bookshelf.

Well, at some point it got broken. And by “broken” I mean that something must have rammed into it because a large chunk of glass is now missing from the side. The general structure is still okay, though, so I just kept it on the shelf.

A couple weeks ago I moved it off the shelf (for some reason, who knows what) and set it on the floor by the bookshelf. Because I’m me, I haven’t moved it back.

So tonight I was screwing around doing twirls and stuff in the living room (don’t ask) and I manage to ram my pinky toe riiiiight into the jagged glass. And you know how you can peel an apple all the way around with a peeler? That’s pretty much what the glass did to my toe.

So now I’ve got like 5 bandages on it and have got it (somewhat) elevated. I think the bleeding’s pretty much stopped, but it’ll be just my luck to jam it into the TV stand or something.

2014!

Greetings from 2014! I hope this year goes well. 2013 wasn’t horrible (at least, May – December wasn’t horrible), but I still hope this year is better.

Anyway.

In true Claudia spirit, let’s start the blogging year off with one of my failures* from last year: my walking** data!

From January 1, 2013 to December 31, 2013…

  • I walked a total of 1,361.2 miles, taking a total of 2,870,552 steps
  • I went walking on 246 of the 365 days (67.4% of the days)
  • My average walk was 5.53 miles long
  • Graph of miles by month:

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  • Graph of miles by day of the week:

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1,361.2 miles is approximately the same distance as…

Moscow, ID to Tucson, AZ
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or…

Madrid, Spain to Prague, Czech Republic
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Yaaay.

* I say “failures” because my goal mileage for the year was 1,500 and I didn’t hit it

** “Walking” is defined by the times I have my pedometer turned on and am walking for recreation. This excludes walking to/from classes on campus, walking to campus from the car, walking around in the grocery store, walking around at home, etc.

COLD

Walked 8 miles in the single-digit weather today.
Probably not one of my smartest moves.

At least I’m almost to 1,300 miles now. Probably not going to get to 1,500 for the year, but I’m gonna freaking try!

(Now to sit next to the space heater and play Minecraft)

When the Nose Doesn’t Know

This stuff does happen, y’all.

1,000-Mile Shoes

I’ve walked 1,000 in my Sauconys since March!

Okay, well, technically, I hit the 1,000-mile mark on Tuesday, but I wanted to reach 1,200 total miles for the year before I posted anything. ‘Cause I’m like that.

Now, pictures!

4 miles’ worth of wear:

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1,000 miles’ worth of wear:

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A gif!

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Pardon how messy my desk is in the “after” shot. I’d just drawn a bunch of crap so there were pencils/shavings everywhere.

Anyway. If anyone’s in the market for some durable running/walking shoes, I highly recommend Saucony Kinvaras. They’ve only just started to become unwearable after 1,000 miles—mainly because there’s a huge hole in the heel of one of them—but they’re still ridiculously comfortable. Also, did you see how brightly colored they are?? Awesome. Always a plus.

NEW SHOES TOMORROW! Stay tuned.

MY SPECIFIC TYPE OF MIGRAINE AURA HAS A NAME!

I shouldn’t be surprised by this, of course, but it’s nice to finally put a name to it.

The aura I get before I have a migraine is called a scintillating scotoma, which is a super cool name for a super crappy experience. What happens is this (this is actually so accurate it’s scary):

Then it spreads to the periphery and then, for me, everything goes black for up to half an hour. However, from what I’ve (hastily) read (over the past few hours), the total blindness thing doesn’t seem to be very common.

That freaking flashing color thing, though…

WELL, CRAP

Today was the first Saturday in about a month where I didn’t have like 2,000 things to do. So I had it all planned out:

  • General “screw around” time in the morning
  • Long walk once it got dark or, if inspiration struck, slow but longer walk on the treadmill desk + writing
  • FALLOUT 3. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BIG OF AN URGE I HAVE TO PLAY THIS AGAIN ALL OF A SUDDEN
  • Drawing!
  • “Screw around time”: evening edition

So what did I end up doing?

Sitting uselessly in my chair waiting for my DAMN VISION TO COME BACK THANKS TO AN ALL-DAY MIGRAINE AURA.

Granted, sitting and listening to music is an enjoyable thing to do, and I did get a few ideas for my long story in Fiction (as stupid as they were), but seriously? I had a schedule, brain, you rebellious little fart bucket.

I guess I should be glad, though, that it happened on a day where I didn’t really need to get anything done rather than on a day where I had stuff to do ASAP.

But still.

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2/3 of the way there!

I hit 1,000 walking miles (1,609.34 km) for the year today.

For comparison:

There are approximately 1,000 miles between Portland, OR and San Diego, CA.

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There are approximately 1,609 km between Paris, France and Naples, Italy.

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Which is all cool, except all that was done within the city limits of Moscow (except for one walk to Pullman). I have to get to a bigger city, man.

OH YEAH, and this happened yesterday on my mom’s car:

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Anosmia Stuff!

Read this research article!

Or, if you don’t have time (I got a little copy/paste happy, sorry. And yes, the actual article is quite a bit longer than this) (all emphases added by me):

  • The negative consequences of olfactory dysfunction for the quality of life are not widely appreciated and the condition is therefore often ignored or trivialized.
  • None of the treatments that have been investigated are in wide use and in most cases olfactory dysfunction is untreatable.
  • Interactions with medical service providers can also be a source of frustration. One study showed that in Germany and Switzerland, 25% of patients felt that they had not been managed well and 6% felt that their condition had been trivialized.
  • 2% of the subjects of this study are scared of getting exposed to dangers because of their olfactory dysfunction. The main concern is the inability to detect a gas leak or a fire. Several subjects report that they have actually failed to detect a gas leak. Similarly, the inability to detect fires has resulted in dangerous situations for some subjects.
  • The most important odor to manage is one’s body odor. There are severe social consequences of failing to maintain the culturally expected body odor and many individuals who suffer from smell loss therefore are worried about their olfactory appearance.
  • “Just recently one of our cats urinated on a piece of carpet, and it apparently reeked, and the smell was making my boyfriend nuts, and I couldn’t smell it at all. His reaction to me was complete disbelief, as if I was faking that I couldn’t smell something horrid.”
  • For those with congenital olfactory impairment the challenge starts with convincing their parents and other adults that they cannot smell. Children with congenital smell loss are usually unaware of the dysfunction and only “discover” their condition as teenagers. One subject reports her experience when she was six years old and came home from school where cinnamon rolls were baked, wondering what this “smell” everybody else got so excited about was: “My mother got surprised, because she had absolutely no clue about this condition before that. We went to the hospital to check it out, but with little result. I was asked to smell several different things while being blindfolded, and I couldn’t smell anything. The result was however that I was a stubborn child who lied, so not much more was done.”
  • Once affected individuals have convinced others of the existence of their condition, they often face a lack of sympathy. Olfactory impairment is not considered to be a serious disability and sometimes affected individuals are even told that they should be happy about their inability to smell unpleasant odors.
  • “It’s a weird affliction. People don’t really get it. They think it’s not as big a deal as it is. After all, they figure anosmics aren’t disabled. We don’t need seeing-eye dogs or sign language to interact with our environment. And they are right — partly. We can function without drawing attention to our plight. We can do virtually everything we could before we lost our sense of smell, except enjoy the immensely important aspects of human life that most people take for granted”
  • It is especially aggravating for the patients when members of the medical profession to which they turn for help trivialize their condition.
  • Children who do not have a sense of smell often just mimic others’ reactions to smell without actually perceiving any smells.
  • “Smelling seemed to me like religion, you just had to have enough faith to make it true.”
  • “When I was little I used to pretend that I was able to because I thought I had to be able to “learn” how and I just wasn’t good enough at it yet.” [I thought this all the time]
  • “I had always figured a sense of smell was something that developed as you got older.”
  • In addition to places, times, and events, people also have characteristic smells. Many subjects in this study note that they cannot smell their babies or children. Others complain about not being able to smell their romantic partner and wonder if their olfactory impairment influences their romantic relationships.
  • “I have become afraid: does my lack of sense of smell keep me from finding someone I’d like to spend the rest of my life with?”

As I think I’ve said before, anosmia (usually) isn’t that big of a deal for me, but for other and especially for people who become anosmic after having a sense of smell, it can be pretty messed up. If you’re interested in reading about peoples’ experiences with phantom smells (which sound like hell), check out the article.

Alright media, let’s get something straight:

Losing your sense of smell != losing your sense of taste. There’s a reason scientists/biologists have classified smell and taste as two different senses.

TASTE is what our taste buds give us. It refers to the five basic receptors in the mouth: sweet, salty, sour, bitter and umami. You could rip out our olfactory bulbs and we’d still “taste” food. Taste is physically different than smell. It is the result of our tongues receiving chemical information, and we can basically get five pieces of information (the five tastes) about food from taste.

FLAVOR is everything else: it is the combination of every other sensory input that we experience when consuming food. Visual appearance, atmosphere, lighting, sound, music, texture, mouth-feel—and smell. Smell is obviously the big one here. While it too is chemical, smells can give us vastly more information about food than taste can, especially when combined with other environmental factors (sound, texture, and whatnot) and the fact that smell is the sense most closely linked to memory.

So while anosmics can most certainly taste food (or much of it, at least; garlic does absolutely nothing for me and onions are crunchy and nothing else), they miss out on the huge flavor component that smell provides.

Now that I think about it, I might guess that that’s the reason why a lot of acquired anosmics tend to claim that they’ve lost their sense of taste entirely as well—because they’re so used to experiencing food WITH that added flavor component from smell, once they lose that they’re reduced to just “tasting” food, which is likely exceedingly bland in comparison. Whereas the congenital anosmic—like me—has never experienced the extra flavor from smell and thus doesn’t “know” of the subtle (and sometimes not-so-subtle) differences that smell can create. Therefore, for them, most foods are still very distinguishable from one another.

So there.

The next article I read that says “anosmics can’t tell the difference between a raw potato and an apple,” I’mma start stabbing fellows.

I want spaghetti.

500 miles this year!

Graph (might have to click to enlarge):

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Note: some of those actually occurred on the same day, so the daily totals are actually usually higher than 9 miles on the weekends.

I know it’s not a LOT of miles, but it’s pretty good considering that I spend about 14 of my waking hours on campus doing schoolwork.

So my realistic goal for the year is a total of 1,500 miles; my (probably) unattainable goal is 2,000.

We’ll see how it goes down this summer.

And I’ve been putting  my walking-related posts under the “health” category, but I think I’ll start putting them under “travel.” Because really.

Oh, also: I’m addicted to Minecraft now. Or at least I’m getting there. I’ll have more time to be addicted once the semester’s over (NOTHING COMES BETWEEN ME AND MY SCHOOLWORK, NOTHING!).

Productivity upgrade!

So this afternoon I pretended I had free time and upgraded my walking desk. I had to mix-and-match dresser drawers to achieve the perfect height.

Now the desk part is freestanding from the treadmill so it doesn’t vibrate/wobble.

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I always think much more clearly when I’m out walking, so maybe this will make me more productive.

WOO!

 

Anosmia Awareness Day 2013

Happy Anosmia Awareness Day, everyone!

For the second year in a row, an awareness day for the nose blind has been organized.

I’ve posted this video before, but it’s an awesome mini documentary and is obviously relevant to today.

Walkin’ desk!

So Megan, being the super awesome person she is, gave me her old treadmill. I retrofitted a makeshift desk to it so I have a crude version of a standing/walking desk.

Observe!

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When I have more time (which will be never), I’m going to make a sturdier desk that stands on its own so that it doesn’t shake with the movement of my fat butt on the treadmill.

WOO!

Also, my heart’s doing weird fluttery things. Either I’ve got an arrhythmia going or I’m in love.

Or I’m in love with arrhythmias.

When the nose doesn’t know

Hey duders!

So this is probably something that is only of interest to me (but isn’t that the case with most of the crap on this blog?), but I’m posting it anyway.

Dr. Keller specializes in human odor detection at the Rockefeller University. His website has links to a bunch of really cool smell-related pages/projects/info.

There was something really important I was going to say as well today, but hell if I remember what it was now. I apologize. I’ve been embroiled in 17th century mathematical disputes for the past week. I can’t be concerned with the present.

I ALMOST DIED not really but that got your attention, eh?

Last night I dreamt about my elementary school graduation. Which is funny, ‘cause I actually didn’t attend my elementary school graduation. I was in the hospital getting my appendix removed.

I actually remember those few days quite well. I went to St. Mary’s, for those of you who don’t know, which is a small Catholic school for grades 1 through 6. There were approximately 100 students in the whole school and about 22 or 23 in our class by graduation time.

Anyway, being a small dink of a school, it was tradition for the graduating class to, two days before graduation, have a big picnic on the school grounds with their parents and then spend the night in the school. I’m actually surprised how much free reign they gave us during the “spending the night” portion. They opened up the cafeteria (which was really the “multipurpose room” because it was also the band room/choir room/P.E. room, stage, after school room, and any other room we really needed) and we spent most of the night watching Christian-oriented shows (Veggie Tales, McGee and Me) and overdosing on cookies, then we kind of sprawled ourselves out across the building to sleep.

The next morning (which was Saturday?) I woke up feeling kind of crappy. My stomach kind of hurt and I felt “off.” I figured it was just a sugar/adrenaline crash, so I thought nothing else of it.

It must have been a Saturday now that I’m remembering, ‘cause my dad took me to the mall that morning. It was our Saturday tradition; he’d give me $20 and an hour and set me free to wander. This was usually fun, but that day I remember feeling super nauseous (plus in pain) so I spent most of the time in the bathroom trying not to vomit.

For whatever reason I didn’t think this was a big deal, and neither did my dad ‘cause we actually went out to see a movie that afternoon (Big Momma’s House. Yeah, I know, I know.). I felt terrible through the whole thing, but I stuck it out.

Things started getting worse all afternoon and that night I threw up like five times before finally passing out to sleep for about three hours. But the next morning was graduation, so my mom was very insistent* that I went to church/graduation/Big Catholic “Jesus Helped You Get Through School!” party time. So even though I couldn’t stand up straight or barely walk I got dressed up and in the car and to the church.

Luckily, one of my friend’s mother was a nurse and she could tell pretty easily that I probably had appendicitis. So before the ceremony even started I had to leave so that I could go to Gritman (and wait around for another 5 hours or something until they could schedule a surgery).

Fun times.

Anyway. That’s what I dreamt about. I don’t know why I felt it necessary to divulge that little story to y’all, but I did. So there.

*She was insistent because she knew I was getting a writing award during the ceremony and didn’t want me to miss it.

I feel lousy.

Bleirgh.

So today I had my first migraine since last December. Totally lost my vision for a bit. Miraculously made it home.

Then I willed the migraine away with MIND POWERZ!

Actually, it probably was the Excedrin.

But I like to think it was MIND POWERZ!

Then I spent the rest of the night doing math, which is usually fun but much less so when your head wants to fall off.

Soooooo…you get this.