Oh My Aching Feet




Writer and blogger Lisa Winkler has this to say about menopausal feet:


On a wintery day walking New York street after street

I began to notice a pain in my feet.


Like walking on a large marble or a fallen down sock,

My toes became numb; the balls of my feet like a rock.


I entered a shoe store, I figured why not?

Perhaps new boots would solve my problem on the spot.


I tried several pairs, yet the aches remained

Nothing it seemed alleviated the pain.


With only a few days before leaving town

I figured I better get the rundown.


Finding a podiatrist on a Friday late

I’d be lucky to land an appointment that date.


Alas, pinched nerves seemed the cause

He wrapped my feet in tape and gauze.


Told to keep them dry and walk a lot

I boarded my plane to LA where it was hot.


When I saw the pool and the sunny deck,

I knew the tape had to go; what the heck.


I swam and walked,

Met Miriam  and talked.


I biked in Sonoma

Trying to ignore the neuroma


Upon my return to NJ, the Pod-man retaped

And assured me in time my issues would abate.


Yet there was more snow and my boots didn’t fit

So  the problem feet shoe store I  did visit.


Your shoes are too small,” the salesman cried.

Your foot is larger and also quite wide.”


You mean I have to throw out all the 7Bs?”


Yes, and buy larger shoes. I think 8Cs.”


Aging it seems, changes one’s feet,

Buying new shoes isn’t such a bad treat.


Menopausal Feet: For more on the woes of menopausal feet, check out this article.


And here’s a post of mine on Vibrant Nation that talks about the layer of fat that goes away on the bottom of the foot.  Many readers chimed in with comments.


Lisa Winkler


Lisa K. Winkler’s blog: http://cyclingrandma.wordpress.com/, chronicles her opinions and observations. She’s wrote a play, The Shabbos List, and wrote the book, On the Trail of the Ancestors: A Black Cowboy’s Ride Across America. She edited the anthology  Tangerine Tango: Women Writers Share Slices of Life and teaches memoir writing.  Find out more at her website: www.lisakwinkler.com


The Ladies Room Door Art Series: Part Seven




Our Ladies Room Door Art Series is going strong into its second year!

I found the classy door above at a restaurant called the Blackwatch Hitch in Annapolis, Maryland.  And below, these doggy doors at another Annapolis restaurant, the Boatyard Bar and Grill.


Girl Dog


Boy Dog Door

Blog reader Susan found this door at Zaxby’s in Mebane, North Carolina. It reminds her of old time office doors.

Reader Diane found these at an Irish pub in Dartmouth, Nova-Scotia. She sent them with the comment, “Pretty funky.”  Funky is right!

Himself Men's Room

Herself Ladies Room

From The Pitt, where pork barbecue is the specialty, in Durham, North Carolina. Thanks, Cliff, for the delicious lunch!

The Pit

From reader Carol, who snapped this door at a gas station outside of Orlando.


And from reader Cheryl, Zinburger’s Wine and Burger Bar at the Streets of Southpoint Mall in Durham, North Carolina.



Thanks to the sharp-eyed readers who sent me these splendid doors. Remember, keep that camera ready when nature calls. Thanks!

Snowed Under with Shingles


Judith in Snow

A post by my friend Judith Gray:

Midway through the Boston snowmageddon, I decided to shovel the family room roof before the predicted eighteen inches fell on the three feet already there.

The next day I woke up with wrenching pain in my lower back. I read up on all the cures for a strained back – anti-inflammatories, ice then heat, stretching exercises, rest – and tried them all. Even with the maximum doses of ibuprophen I couldn’t sleep, but lots of folks at work were complaining and carrying around little bottles of pills so I figured this was just something to be borne.

Then I noticed a rash on my stomach…a dreaded allergic reaction to ibuprophen, I thought. So I switched to naproxen and acetaminophen. The pain was unrelenting and I was exhausted, so I finally called my health clinic and insisted I needed stronger pain meds. They made me come in.

The doctor took one look and said, “It’s shingles.” The rash had spread around my back in a broken line of red bumps. Shingles has nothing to do with roofing materials – it comes from a the French and Latin for belt and girdle, and typically makes a half-circle around the trunk (never crossing the mid-line), though it can occur elsewhere.

Rash Front

Rash on Back

But wait…I had the shingles vaccine when I turned 60. “Good, that should keep you from getting postherpetic neuralgia (pain that can last for years), “ the doctor reassured me. “It’s probably too late for an anti-viral to work (72 hours from first sign of the rash is the effective zone) but if you’re desperate and want to try anything, I can prescribe it.”

Yes, give me all the meds I can get! She prescribed the anti-viral valtrex, and percocet for the pain, and told me I must quarantine myself until 24 hours after the rash stopped spreading. “ You can’t go to work. Your husband will need to keep an eye on your back to let you know when the spots stop spreading. He’ll also have to take the written prescription to the pharmacy and do the grocery shopping.” Having a retired husband home 24/7 wasn’t looking so bad.

While shingles is not contagious, I could infect someone with chicken pox, particularly dangerous for the elderly and pregnant women. Both diseases are the varicella-zoster virus; if you’ve had chicken pox, the virus is lying dormant in your nervous system, waiting to travel along neural pathways to your skin. Stress, trauma, and a weakened immune system can trigger it. Maybe the trauma to my back from the snow shoveling was the cause, though the doctor was skeptical.

Shingles last 2 to 4 weeks, and I’m at the end of week 3. All the stories you’ve heard about the excruciating pain of shingles are true. Some of my friends have seen a Terry Bradshaw clip where he compares the pain to the worse NFL linebacker hits he took – that has bought me a lot of sympathy. It’s an ad for the shingles vaccine, which though not totally effective at prevention, does offer some protection. According to the ad and other reports I have read, one out of three people get shingles. Not sure how accurate that is, but the disease is very common and risk increases dramatically with age as our immune systems weaken. Take a look at the National Institute of Health and the Mayo Clinic for more information.

If you think you might have shingles, get checked out right away to get the anti-viral medicine within the 72 hours window. If you have a bumpy rash (like poison ivy) and/or severe pain, get it checked out; these symptoms can occur in any order. I had the pain for at least three days before the rash appeared. Don’t get sidetracked by a stubborn self-diagnosis or misguided confidence to power through pain.

I’m stilled snowed under (100 plus inches), but I’ve yielded control of the shovel and given in to the need for powerful pain killers. I spend hours under an afghan reading books I’ve been trying to get to for years and look forward to the brighter days of spring.

Judith Gray has worked as a librarian in public and university libraries for 35 years, most recently as Head of Reference at the Concord (Massachusetts) Public Library. She retired from full-time work three year ago, easing the transition by working part-time, while she reinvented her life.  She lives in Bedford, Mass. with her husband of 35 years, and shares a beloved lake cottage with her brother and sister.  She enjoys cooking, reading, traveling, all forms of exercise, and visiting her children in Connecticut and New York.

Check out Judith’s Friend for the Ride post on Lydia Pinkham, who created an early cure for women’s complaints!


Downsizing: Take a Photo?


Duke Mug

When it comes to giving away an object with sentimental value, I’ve heard many times, “Take a photo.”

That made zero sense to me. If you’re traumatized about giving an object away, won’t the photo break your heart every time you look at it?

I found my freshman mug from Duke in a box in the attic and snapped a photo for Facebook. Then I got brave and gave the mug away. I’ve got a lot of mugs, and this one, with my name and graduation year painted on, can’t go in the dishwasher.

Weeks later, I scrolled past the photo on my phone. And guess what? Those who push the take-a-photo method are right.

I look at the picture and remember how Freshmen Week went. How the whole year went. I should have studied harder, but oh, did I have the time of my life.

I miss being young, some. I miss those days at Duke, still. But I don’t miss my mug.

So I’m a convert, at least for something as simple as a mug.

Any naysayers to the take-a-photo method out there? Anyone swear by this technique?


My freshmen dorm on Kilgo Quad at Duke University. The mug’s first home!