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The Sinus - Toe Connection

May 19, 2015

I ve had several sinus infections off and on all winter and was still post-nasal dripping when the spring pollen count in New Jersey reached its highest. Even a visit to the doctor and a regimen of Mucinex and Sudafed didn’t clear my head completely. Antibiotics were not on my healthcare provider’s to-do list and for that, I was happy. Way too many antibiotics in our lives…unless we really really need them!


Then, a strange symptom arrived. The big and middle toes on my left foot were tender. Yoga positions -- upward dog, cat-cow stretches -- were impossible without pain. An internal spring had sprung and was being pulled from the toes, across the top of the arch. How weird is that? Thinking about the anatomy of the foot sent me to a reflexology site and the map showed me that toes are linked to my sinuses. Amazing. Who would have thought? Even someone like me -- I firmly believe in the preventive power of yoga, massage therapy, acupuncture, Jin Shin Jyutsu, (a wonderful, gentile therapeutic touch technique similar to Reiki) -- was surprised by this apparent physical connection. Forget traditional medical-scientific logic here for a second. I feel it. I know it is there. I’ve also had two reflexology sessions in conjunction with massage therapy and my sinuses have almost cleared completely.

The only clinical trial I could find about reflexology and sinusitis (Healey et al. 2002) pitted nasal irrigation (the neti pot I know so well and did at least two times a day all winter) against reflexology. It was a randomized, controlled study of 150 subjects hoping to alleviate chronic sinusitis. Both approaches helped congestion equally. The neti pot wasn’t the answer to my misery, however. Reflexology worked much better. The well-known alternative medicine guru Andrew Weil, MD, commented, “The unexpected results for this technique (reflexology massage) may prompt further research.” I hope so.


18 Jul, 2017
Alexander Stone Carr was born on Dec. 16, 2016 and I met this newest – my fifth! – grandchild moments after his birth in the middle of a long night. He stared intently, wide-awake and alert, into his mother’s eyes and actually grabbed for a necklace Maggie was wearing. Both wore falling-in-love-at-first-sight facial expressions that were absolutely priceless. And since then, Alex has only grown even more expansive in the way he can speak volumes with his little face using every muscle available, even his eyebrows going up and down in what looks like real wisdom. I mean, honestly, how did he know how to smile and make eye contact at the perfect moments? He’s also talking baby gibberish, chatting seriously about what’s on his mind…though we don’t understand a word he is saying as yet. His pure joy at being here is apparent to all, even complete strangers who engage with him.
09 Jan, 2017
Maggie had a baby boy, Alexander Stone Carr. Here they are on day 1...learning to love and totally attached to one another.
20 Oct, 2016
My daughter Maggie is going to have a little boy on or about December 22 of this year. She is absolutely thrilled and absolutely caught up in nesting instinct imperatives. Please don’t knock them. “Maternal nest-building is regulated by the hormonal actions of estradiol, progesterone and prolactin,” according to Wikipedia which references a study in the Journal of Neuroendocrinology .
15 Sep, 2016
This morning one of my siblings sent an exasperating “dig” my way. I’m one of six children and right in the middle of the pack. I should be used to family dynamics by now – after all, I’m 67 – but of course, I’m not. What is absolutely extraordinary in this ordinary world of family life, is that sibling rivalry never grows old.
11 Aug, 2016
My grandchildren are incapable of lying. Even if I have broken unwritten rules while babysitting and allowed them to pick anything they want to eat at the Red Store, Finn and Charlotte will share the news of their secret treats immediately with their mother. “Guess what Grammy let us have?!”
13 Jul, 2016
I’ve had generations of experience with what society likes to call “picky eaters.” My father had very touchy taste buds, for instance, and would carefully separate the miniscule pieces of minced onion my mother had chopped so finely into her beef stroganoff. That little pile on the side of his plate after he had finished his meal was a dead giveaway. We six children grew up knowing that dad would only eat certain foods. So when my son Zach – even as an infant – showed picky-eater tendencies, I was alarmed at first. Advice-givers, medical professionals, well-meaning relatives as well as total strangers, were everywhere. It took some research to be able to withstand the onslaught from all sides. Zach is healthy, happy and brilliant. He didn’t eat his peas. So what.
29 Jun, 2016
I cry easily at happy, sad or any kind of emotional occasion. Last Monday, all three of my grandchildren cried at different points during what was actually a wonderful day. From a sibling squabble between Finn, 5, and Charlotte, almost 4, to the emotional frustration experienced by their cousin Evie at 2, the tears fell. I often beat myself up about how easily my tears show up. My older sister reminds me that when I cry I lose all my power. Damn those tears! Or maybe not?
03 May, 2016
Watching my grandchildren at play on Saturday sent me on a quest to research just how powerful happy playfulness can be. Finn, 5, Charlotte, 3 and Evie, 2, were having so much fun that I overheard Ev say, “I love playing.” I expected to find research that supported the importance of play for growing children but stumbled upon the brilliant work of social psychologist Barbara L. Fredrickson, PhD, now at the University of North Carolina. Play and the positive emotions accompanying it, are critical for adults’ physical health and intellectual well-being.
01 Oct, 2015
I’ve been doing a lot of babysitting the last few months and there is nothing more rewarding and exhausting. There is certainly a biological reason for motherhood being reserved for the younger generation. Don’t even try to talk to me after a 12-hour day with a toddler. I am so tired that I can hardly think straight. But I wouldn’t want it any other way. Not only am I growing closer and more in love with all three of my grandchildren but it turns out that my natural instinct as a grandmother to want to help my children raise their children has evolutionary rewards for all.
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