In Which I Nix the Plantar Fasciitis or What To Do When Your Feet Fail You

This post is a reworked repeat of one I did some years ago. I’ve met several people who are suffering with PF. I can totally relate, so I’m reposting in the hope that it may help someone.   Don’t you hate it when you are looking for information online and you click on a site where you think you’ve found it and you have to dig around the page and read a bunch of stuff that doesn’t interest you before you find what you are looking for? I do. I usually just click away and go somewhere else. So here’s what you came here for and below, if you are interested, you can read my story.   Take the following supplements daily: 500 mg magnesium (recommended to take before bed…seems to cause drowsiness in some people and is sometimes used as a sleep aid) Vitamin B5 (Pantothenic Acid) I couldn’t… [Read More]

In Which I Decide I’m Not Actually A Desert Rat

Republished by request! 😉 I call myself a desert rat because I grew up in the Arizona Sonora Desert in southern Arizona but I’m not really. At least, not any more. I haven’t lived there for over twenty years, and my body is way way way not acclimated to such a dry climate these days. As soon as I step off the plane I can almost feel my skin start to turn to powder. No matter how much water I guzzle, after a few days I develop dehydration headaches and nothing will shake them except loading up with electrolytes. No amount of water will do it by that point…I’m not sure about all the chemistry behind it but even though I feel super thirsty I can’t quench it or get rid of the headaches with out at least 16 ounces of electrolytes a day. And those drinks aren’t expensive. In… [Read More]

Cat Feet? Why?

“Why Cat Feet Studio?” When I was in school I loved English; loved it with a passion! By contrast, I hated math; hated it down to the marrow of my bones. When I reached high school that hate turned to utter loathing of vilest description. This, however, is not the point. The point is that I loved anything having to do with words and when my freshman English teacher, Mr. Gray, introduced us to Fog by Carl Sandburg I fell in love. With the poem. I was already in love with Mr. Gray but that’s not the point either. You can read the poem here. You also need to know that several years later, after I was married (not to Mr. Gray, thankfully, because that would have just been weird) my husband and I began to keep cats and I officially became a ‘cat person.’… [Read More]