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Happy-Non-Denominational-Winter-Holiday!

... And a Merry-Countdown-to-the-New-Cycle-of-Days-Weeks-and-Months! Some of you may be looking at the time stamp and be asking yourselves, Just what sort of ten flavors of pathetic is Kathleen to be writing a blog on Christmas Day... at 1:00 pm? Well, I would list out said ten flavors of pathetic but really, that would just be another few minutes of me on the internet instead of gorging myself with the various delectable goodies that my Grandma is currently setting out for the family to enjoy. And as a grandma, she knows what sort of goodies are required for any and all occasions (Weddings? Petit-fours! Funerals? Casseroles with potato chip crusts! Just kidding, as Canadians we do not approve of potato chips on our casseroles.) The long and short of it my fellow Scoliotics, is that it is the holiday season, and as such we are often told to take a moment and consider the grandeur that we all have, and how lucky we are to be spending the holiday's with the ones we love (or, in som

The Healing Power of Music

Math is simple. I was never any good at it, but as I've gotten older I've been able to carefully pull apart several complicated math problems that have eluded mathematicians for years. And here they are: Arthritis/General back pain + winter/snow/ice/cold wind/etc = Pain. I know, I know, it's revolutionary. Don't worry, I've already contacted the media, the Nobel Prize Committee has been alerted to this development. Now we can all just sit back and relax and wait for the world to catch up. Oh wait... Everyone has a variety of ways to deal with their pain. I've talked about some of them before, including but not limited to: Drugs, drugs, hot water bottles, drugs, crying in the fetal position, crying laid out flat on ones bed, and crying while a bottle of drugs tucked inside your fetal positioned body, catching your tears which can later be warmed and put in the hot water bottle. But sometimes, probably more often than any of us would like to admit, drugs and tears