Sunday, June 20, 2010

Got Fibromyalgia? Just Say No To This Book!

Fibromyalgia (Biographies of Disease) Fibromyalgia by Kim D. Jones

My rating: 1 of 5 stars
Here is a book in search of a focus. It says it is written from a clinician's perspective. It is unclear what sort of a clinician this book would be good for.

The fibromyalgia clinic questionnaire toward the end looks to be useful. Co-morbid disorders are discussed. Also, for the psychologist/therapist/counselor working with the patient, the issues that the patient will face when learning to live their new life are listed.

The book itself would probably provide a good beginning overview for a clinician just learning about the disorder. Or a lower-level undergraduate needing to write a report.

For the rest of us, there is some good skimming material on co-morbid disorders. For the fibromyalgia sufferer, this book may be useless. The pages are crowded with type. The writing weaves back and forth between technical talk with useless black and white illustrations
to digestible tidbits.

While possibly of use to the clinician, a lot of the things presented could be counter-productive for both the patient and the clinician. The list of medications used to treat the disorder will be quickly outdated, as they are in any medical book. Dietary changes that may be useful are confusingly presented and may lead to the patient giving up altogether.

The list of professionals that "should" be involved in treatment is overwhelming. The book, recommends at least 7 professionals be involved in treatment. Then the book cautions that a Registered Dietician may not be covered by your insurance provider. A Clinical Exercise Specialist is recommended. This is a new field and such a specialist may not even be available in many areas.

Many types of specialists in co-morbid disorders are recommended as needed. It would seem obvious that a clinician would refer the patient to these specialists as needed anyway.

The book contains two large insults at the end. Most obvious are stretching exercises that may be useful for the patient. These are sparingly demonstrated in grainy black and white pictures featuring a less than enthusiastic model.

It would seem that these exercises should be presented by a Physical Therapist who should already be familiar with FM. Why they are included in the book, as if a suggestion for the patient, is unfathomable.

Finally, the book concludes with an example of, I presume, a counselor's work with a patient. The example is a basic question, answer, suggestion, and suggestion accepted affair. How this would be useful to a trained counselor is unclear.

Finally, the book is part of a series from ABC-CLIO called "Biographies of Disease." To include FM as a disease is incorrect. In fact, time is spent at the beginning of the book explaining that FM is a disorder. A disorder is not a disease.

Stroke and Sports Injuries are also included in this "Biography of Disease" series.

Would I recommend this to a student? For a basic report, yes.

Would I recommend this to a primary care practitioner completely unfamiliar with FM? With reservations

Would I recommend this to an FM patient? No

Would I recommend this to a family member of an FM patient? No

Would I recommend this to a historical romance-reader looking for some cross-genre reading? No

Would I recommend this to a man in a bear suit? No. If he's walking around in a bear suit, FM is either the least of his worries or the symptoms he or a loved one are experiencing have driven him beyond the help this book can give.

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Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Things That Make The Day Go Faster

8:15 am: Squad Cars at the building entrance! Oh boy, hope none of my coworkers has gone ballistic. Nope. Just sneaking up on drug dealers in the park behind the building. Drat

Cuteness Factor: Mom and the kids are going to storytime and grandpa is going, too! Lots of excitement and picture-taking

A regular customer - today clearly drunk - politely introduces himself to our new guard and they talk about florida for a moment before the guard frees up the jovial customer's day for other activities outside the building. The guard confided in me that they had the exact same conversation yesterday when the customer was sober. The guard also admitted he changes his answers each time just to see if the poor guy remembers the next day. Not happening. See ya tomorrow, pal!

Saturday, June 05, 2010

Testing Facebook

OK, I am determined to get facebook to show my content summary instead of the header from my blogger blog. here goes...

Where Have I Been?

As my reader may have noticed, last March my posts dwindled. Some months I posted nothing. Absolutely nothing!

Where have I been? At work, at home, visited my Mom in September. So, WTF Booktender?

I have not been twittering. Yeah, I've been wasting a lot of time on Facebook. I seem to be addicted to Yoville. God help me.

But Yoville has simply been self-medication. I am a champion at avoidance. I have had a lot to avoid. I do want to make this very clear: I do not play Yoville at work. OK? Got it? Good.

Basically, the past year has been whack. I mean it. WHACK.


Rather not talk about it much. I was hit in the face with a frying pan that triggered some kind of bizarre PTSD thingy. Like a light switch it was from trigger to panic. Wowza. Under control now.


Sometime in June my car seemed to have been hit from below by an IED. Probably in the shape of a rock in the road that made the entire car shudder and pierced something important underneath. Repairs were not worth it. New car. 2 weeks later, a red-light runner hit my new car. Uninsured, of course. In July, my car was returned good as new. No injuries.

In August, something went whack with the electronics in the car. Not a recall thing. It's a Honda. Just a weird thingy. 3 weeks to repair.

In February, another red light runner hit me. WITH MY MOTHER IN THE CAR! Fortunately, this time the perpetrator had insurance. Still, another 2 weeks without my car. The repair dudes are excellent. It was returned good as new. No injuries. Nothing has happened to the car lately, so cross your fingers.


I am a public librarian. My city is in deep do-do financially. We knew in October people were going to be let go. This is not a layoff, it's let go. A billion city hearings must be held when the budget must be cut so much that this many people are let go. Even Fire and Police were hit in the original plan. My job was secure. There are only 7 librarians with more seniority. But the wait was excruciating. Those who were leaving would not know until March.

In November, I was assigned to the most confusing, byzantine system-wide project I have ever seen in 22 years of service. It lasted until April 30. Kafkaesque. Or it could have just been me. I dunno. I was so confused I didn't know if I was coming or going.

In March, my department absorbed another department and rounds and rounds and rounds of training took place and continue. Frankly, this absorption should have happened years ago. Still, what a trip. It is now a huge size. Too big to fail, too small to be its own country. Home of the monster potluck.

Late in March, remodeling began on two of the floors I cover. Carpet glue, dust, noise. And things kept shifting around. Where the hell did the reference career books go? The public review documents? For some days we did not have access to vehicle repair or law. This makes for a crabby customer, I can assure you.

In April, I gave up and got my first, and hopefully only, round of prednisone for the year. Thanks remodeling!


As I you can tell from an earlier post, my beloved Mr. Trout passed away. I realize now that he was suffering from kidney problems probably since kitten-hood. Other than a couple of shredded chairs, he was a good kitty. Mostly a paperweight, but he simply loved being present. He seemed to ponder things a lot. He was an observer. And if there's something I need, it's observation. He was 9

Miss Birdie, while accepting the loss well, has been a tad bored ever since. And I see her aging. She's fine. She'll be 10 this July.

Looking Forward

In July, we know the budget for the city will be cut again. We'll know whether branches will close, how many people will be let go, etc. late in September.

So can you blame me? I like blogging. I hope to be back to my regular blogging self real soon. And thus ends my tale of woe.