Archive for December 20th, 2007

December 20th, 2007

A Cure For What Ails Me?

by Venomous Kate

Although I haven’t mentioned it at this blog yet, last month I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia. The good news is that at least now I don’t feel like I’m completely insane for thinking that something is wrong. The bad news is that she won’t pony up with the good meds without first trying lower-level stuff like Motrin 800s.

That’s what I get for firing my old prescription-happy doctor.

My friends, bless their hearts, have taken to sending me all sorts of interesting suggestions. One recommends I sprinkle everything I eat with a mix of chili pepper, jalapeños and habañero because the capsaicin is associated with pain relief. I try not to point out that such studies involve topical applications because, with her being a natural blond, I’d have to spend time explaining that “topical application” doesn’t mean bikini-blogging. Besides, I’m already a big fan of the hot stuff but it hasn’t done anything in the way of pain relief.

Then there’s my Ayurvedic-devotee friend who swears that fibromyalgia is an “air diseases” created by built up toxins in the joints resulting from a weak colon. Uh-huh. Her solution? High colonics. Riiiiight. I’m pretty sure my jalapeño habit’s already taken care of that for me, anyway.

I’ve also heard that colloidal silver has helped many folks with fibromyalgia, although it’s hard to know what to believe when it comes to that stuff. There’s certainly plenty of anecdotal evidence on the web from folks who praise the stuff, but there’s also plenty of stuff pointing out that colloidal silver generators sold to most home users don’t really produce colloidal silver at all.

The Feds at one point had launched a major initiative against its claims which promised to cure everything from pimples to cancer. That, some folks insist, is just proof there’s a Big Conspiracy between the FDA and deep-pocket pharmaceutical companies.

On the other hand, colloidal silver used to be a very widely respected medicine and was used as a mainstream antibiotic until the late 1930s when pharmaceutical companies found cheaper alternatives. One form of it is still used to protect newborn infants from eye infections, as a matter of fact.

Me? I’m a big fan of taking all these various claims with a grain of salt… and a shot of vodka, which as any martini lover will tell you can, in large enough doses, also serve as a high colonic. So I’m engaging in a home remedy of my own: an Absolut Peppar martini mixed in a silver martini shaker with ice then strained and garnished with a jalapeño-stuffed olive.

What the heck, I figure it’s about as scientific as all of the other recommendations I’ve received so far.

December 20th, 2007

The Dingbats At DHL

by Venomous Kate

It’s two weeks to the day since DHL picked up my 2-day delivery from Amazon’s headquarters and my package is still not here.

Oh, they’ve told me it would be. Duane, ehe customer service rep with whom I spoke on Saturday assured me that the package IS on the van and that it WOULD be delivered today.

Then that day passed and Heather, the rep I spoke with on Monday, said she didn’t know why it hadn’t arrived but it WAS on the van that day and WOULD be here by close of business.

I didn’t bother getting the name of the woman I spoke with yesterday, the one who got uppity when I implied that perhaps DHL has a pat response to such inquiries which has little to no basis in truth. I wasn’t about to put up with someone from such an inept company get all indignant with me over their failure to deliver as promised. Repeatedly.

The automated reply I got from their company to yesterday’s email assured me that: Your inquiry has been received by the DHL Customer Service Department. We value your business and our goal is to respond to your inquiry within one business day.

Yeah, they lied about that, too. I haven’t receive ANY reply.

So I called them again today and what did I hear? “We’re sorry. We’re experiencing a high volume of calls with hold times exceeding 15 minutes. CLICK.”

That’s right, they hung up on me!

Before you think I’m exaggerating the ineptitude of DHL’s delivery service, check out today’s tracking information for my package on their website and tell me, if you know, just why I shouldn’t simply conclude that their driver has decided my area is so far away that it might slow him/her down from completing the rest of his schedule and, therefore, why bother with it?

DHL sucks

UPDATE: SO, after spending 20 minutes on hold with their national customer service, today’s representative (Kelly) said that the records indicate the package has been with the same courier for each day, and that on each day that courier claims weather problems are preventing delivery.

Nice try. The roads were closed for 1 day only… December 9. Since then, I’ve been back and forth to KCMO (where my package is) five separate times. So WHY can’t their courier make it here? She didn’t know, so she transferred me to their Kansas City office which intentionally hung up on me. (And, yes, I was actually being nice.)

So I’m going to fight fire with fire. Anyone out there who feels like helping get my package delivered, please call 1-800-CALL-DHL and ask why the package on tracking number 20406098882 hasn’t been delivered STILL.

Meanwhile, I hope DHL enjoys watching my complaint about DHL in Kansas City, Missouri rise in the Google results as much as I am.

UPDATE: This isn’t the end of the story with DHL, folks. My package did arrive, and then DHL did something that amazed me.

December 20th, 2007

No More Veritas In Vino?

by Venomous Kate

I have to confess: I don’t know much about wines and I don’t see that changing at any point soon. Every time I’m in a restaurant nice enough to have an actual sommelier, I pretty much let him/her pick out what I’ll be drinking then do my best to get out of that whole weird ritual that begins with the smelling of the cork. I figure they get paid to know wine better than I do, so what’s the point of trying to subsequently act like I know what I’m doing by sniffing, swirling and swishing a glass of whatever they bring me?

My wine-loving friends are always appalled. They’re serious about their wine, man, and more than one of them has asked how the heck I know I’m not getting ripped off by the sommelier if I don’t go through that whole sniff-and-swish routine. That engaging in wouldn’t tell me if I was about to drink Listerine or a wine from the Loire Valley doesn’t matter, they say. It’s just “something one does”.

Which is odd, because I thought that what one does with wine is drink it, not gargle and spit the stuff out. But what do I know?

Meanwhile these very same friends are all abuzz with the police investigation in the Beaujolais region that has resulted in the arrest of five people for transporting sugar that allegedly added to wine. That’s right: they’re arresting people over wine. Apparently the investigation has set off such an alarm among wine lovers that there’s now a run on wines of Loire Valley by collectors determined to preserve the reputation of their collections.

If you ask me, that’s taking wine far more seriously than I ever intend to, but the aficionados that I know all believe it’s a necessary move to protect the “integrity” of the stuff.

“You’d have to be an oenophile to understand,” says one, and I politely resisted the urge to ask if oenophilia is related to onanism. I suspect I already know the answer: even though one involves a glass, both involve a lot of wrist action and messy liquids.

Then again, I suppose the same thing could be said of my beloved martinis, but at least with them the point is to avoid spewing them up.


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