My name is Kathleen Staunton. I’m a 16-year-old high school junior. When I was 10, my brother Rory died from sepsis. He grazed his arm playing basketball at school, and four days later he passed away. My brother was super-healthy and was used to getting cuts and scrapes. But this time, when he fell, the graze became infected and Rory got sepsis.
Rory was two years older than me, and he was the best big brother a girl could ask for.
I have become the tail bone pain (coccydynia) expert of Central Texas. Recently I saw someone with coccydynia, from Waco, which is about 100 miles away, because no one there would see it. If a patient calls an orthopedic surgeon’s office in just about any city in Central Texas and asks to be seen for tailbone pain, they will be told there’s no one who will see that, and eventually the patients (99% are women) find me. Continue Reading
How many times a day do you sit on the throne? Obviously for women it’s a lot more than for guys. Getting up from a regular toilet is not much different than getting up from a squat, and squats are bad for your health (more on that another time). Continue Reading
I just returned from a week in Colorado with my family, trading the brutal Texas heat for 40 degree mornings, clean mountain air and roaring campfires under the stars. We were far enough away from city life that there was no internet, and the small cabin owned by my in-laws didn’t even have a TV. We were forced to “unplug” and it was divine.
Ahh, reminders of the good old days, when we spent long hours with friends and family—looking one another in the eyes—and used landlines for local calls because “long distance” was costly. Our mail was delivered once daily, six days a week, and life went on without having to see a picture of what a distant friend had for dinner displayed through social media.
Brenda’s “Talented and Expensive Feet” and “Forgive Me Dear Feet” posts reminded me of something I can’t write enough about. If I see 100 people with painful hammertoes, bunions, or callouses, 99 are women. It’s partly because of the structure of our feet. But the same could be said for men. So why don’t they complain? Continue Reading
I was recently introduced as a “Body Positive Influencer.” Whilst I know it was meant as a compliment, being described this way made me feel uncomfortable. Continue Reading
In the summer I see a lot of boating accidents. Obviously you’re going to stay away or be super cautious around the hind end of a boat. And just for the record… Don’t drink and drive on land or water. It’s so dangerous, and drunken boat drivers usually take many people’s lives into their incapable hands. There are no seat belts. Don’t let drunk drivers man the boat you’re in.
But here are some other accidents, which often cause great disability and generally are preventable.
Once when I woke from a sound sleep to use the bathroom, I wiped and felt something that didn’t belong there. It felt like I had a tumor. Seven specialists, seven months and seven days in the hospital later, I was diagnosed with pelvic congestion syndrome, caused by hard-to-detect varicose veins in the pelvis. Continue Reading
In my last post I promised to share how I went from feeling like I was living in a secret hell, ashamed of my body and eating habits, unhappy and not truly living my life, to living in and loving my body and falling deeply, madly, truly in love with my life.
What follows aren’t weight loss tips. They’re simple actions I took that had a far more positive impact than any diet ever did. I don’t have the answer on what it takes to “solve” body image and disordered eating issues. I can only share what’s worked for me.
Did you know stewardesses are, by company policy, not supposed to help you lift your baggage? We’re not supposed to carry more than we can handle. Airline employees sustain thousands of injuries every year. Helping travelers lift bags into the overhead compartment is high on the list of potentially injurious activities. If it’s bad for them, it surely must be bad for you! Check your baggage. Carry on a clean pair of undies and a toothbrush if you must. But carry the minimum. Continue Reading