Head Lice Are Still a Sore Point

My editor, Kathy Steiner, had the idea for doing a story on head lice, having talked to some people unlucky enough to have been infested. Their attempts to get rid of the creatures constituted quite the ordeal, apparently.

As I investigated lice a little more, I found that certain aspects of the problem had no common agreement.

First, people who experienced head lice firsthand or secondhand (as parents of afflicted children) had quite a range of opinions. One mother said her children had gotten it, she’d treated them, and it was no big deal. But another called it “the scourge of adolescence.”

Second, although all health professionals told me anyone could get lice, and that it has nothing to do with cleanliness, hygiene or poverty, there is still stigma attached to head lice. A summer camp where head lice got around a bit had angry parents calling them and asking them how they could have “let” such a thing happen.

Here’s the thing: it only takes one infested kid, who may not even be showing symptoms, to spread head lice around. And you can wash your hair all you like, but it’s not going to get rid of the lice unless you’re using an anti-lice shampoo.

It isn’t as if summer camps dip children in pesticide the day they show up to camp. I seriously doubt anyone would think that was a good idea.

But still, the Central Valley Health District ladies really wanted the word to get out that anyone can get lice. It doesn’t mean you’re dirty.

Still, the gut-level revulsion lice inspires (and yes, it grosses me way, way out too) can make people extremely vehement on the subject.

When we decided to write the head lice article, I put up a notice on my facebook page about it, asking for people’s personal stories regarding the pesky insects. We also put in a little notice for the newspaper, asking folks to call in.

Unsurprisingly, I only really received one phone call offering to tell a personal story about lice– from Olga Hieb, 81, of Cleveland. Her take offered a bit of historical insight. When her brother had lice decades ago, the treatment was a kerosene wash (not currently recommended!), and then his mom put his clothes in the oven. (Lice don’t like high heat.)

I did get one other phone call about the story, however, but was unfortunately not in the office to receive it. The anonymous message on my answering machine was from a woman who seemed rather upset. There’s absolutely nothing that can identify her here, so I’m going to give you her side of the story:

“I’m calling about your article in the paper, wanting people to call in about their experiences with head lice. Actually, I think it’s kind of crude, that you want to know about people’s experiences with head lice,” she said. “What you need to know about the facts that you listed in the paper, you go right across the alley to the nurse’s office [author's note: the Central Valley Health District is on the same block as the Sun's office, and you have to cross an alley to get there], (they’ll) give you all the information you need.

“Why would you want people to call in and say they’ve had head lice? I have not had head lice since I was three years old,” she continued. “My mother picked it up from the beauty shop, but it’s embarrassing. It’s just a thing kids pick up from the school. It’s very embarrassing. Why would you do that? I don’t understand.”

I wanted to write the story because according to all the information that’s out there, you shouldn’t have to be embarrassed about getting head lice. It can happen to anyone.

At least some of the people I interviewed for the story about having had it are my friends and classmates, and they are clean and tidy. They just happened to go to a school with coat pegs instead of lockers, or had to help a patient with lice sit up to take his pills. Lice are gross, but it was certainly not their fault they got it.

And I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the poor woman on the answering machine’s fault either. Thank you for calling me, and I wish I’d gotten to speak with you.

Preventing the Spread of Lice

Head lice are spread most commonly by hair-to-hair contact, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. Infrequently, they are spread by sharing clothing or belongings.

The following are steps that can be taken to help prevent and control the spread of head lice:

  • Avoid head-to-head (hair-to-hair) contact during play and other activities at home, school, sports activities, playgrounds, slumber parties and camp.
  • Do not share clothing, including hats, scarves, coats, sports uniforms or hair accessories.
  • Do not share combs, brushes or towels. Disinfest combs and brushes used by an infested person by soaking them in hot water (at least 130 degrees Fahrenheit) for 5 to 10 minutes.
  • Do not lie on beds, couches, pillows, carpets or stuffed animals that have recently been in contact with an infested person.
  • Machine wash and dry clothing, bed linens and other items that an infested person wore or used during the two days before treatment using the hot water (130 degrees Fahrenheit) laundry cycle and the high heat drying cycle. Clothing and items that are not washable can be dry-cleaned or sealed in a plastic bag and stored for two weeks.
  • Vacuum the floor and furniture, particularly where the infested person sat or lay. However, spending much time and money on housecleaning activities is not necessary to avoid reinfestation by lice or nits that may have fallen off the head or crawled onto furniture or clothing.
  • Do not use fumigant sprays or fogs. They are not necessary and can be toxic if inhaled or absorbed through the skin.

All that is from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention website at www.cdc.gov. The CDC has a lot of other excellent information about lice, too, which can be found here.

Rural Life: Better or Worse?

I’ve lived in towns with populations as low as 1,300, but I’ve also lived in Minneapolis, St. Paul, and St. Petersburg (Russia).

I’ve liked living just about everywhere I’ve lived, and I’ve especially loved Jamestown, Worthington, Jackson and Minneapolis.

In Minneapolis I lived about half a block from a very low-income, high-crime area; I was held up at alleged gunpoint while I worked at a coffeeshop there once. (I don’t think he actually had a gun, but in those situations you kinda take their word for it.) Cars streamed by on the interstate all day and all night, and it never got dark at night.

In Jackson, we lived in the middle of the residential part of town and at night, it was so quiet it used to give me the creeps. After 11 years of living on a highway, dead silence at night was all too reminiscent of a zombie apocalypse. Of course there wasn’t one.

In Worthington, I lived on a fairly busy street, so you could hear cars every once in a while even at night, and in the summer you could always hear the races at the track, which was nice.

In Jamestown, I live in the downtown area, and there’s a car or two every once in a while even in the dead of night, which makes me feel like I’m not all alone in the world.

Here’s the thing. I’ve liked living in rural areas and small towns. I still like them. I’m living in a pretty big small town at the moment, and it has many massive advantages cities don’t have, like generally not being held at gunpoint and 3-minute commutes, not to mention more affordable housing. And there are still galleries and stores and concerts to attend, too.

There is no doubt, however, that rural areas do have their drawbacks. I’ve read a few interesting articles about some of these lately.

  • We may get less fruits and vegetables.
  • It may be hard to find health care, and really hard to find it close to home. Generally I’ve found health care to be pretty great in rural areas, but it seems to vary an awful lot depending on where you live. My brother and dad did some volunteer work in rural Appalachia and can likely tell all sorts of horror stories.
  • We may have less broadband access. Not everyone cares about this, but if you have a kid, it will mean a lot of staying after school to do homework. Even when I was a kid I had to stay after school to do homework before we got online, and that was back in 1997. It’s a whole lot worse now.

Efforts are being made to ameliorate some of these effects; I consider the rural broadband effort to be akin to the rural electricity movement of the 1930s, in giving rural people the advantages town/city people have had for a long time.

I hope people continue to study these things. And I also hope to continue explaining to city people why it’s great to live in small towns. And vice versa.

Extra Crispy

I have obtained, I am sorry to say, a sunburn.

It’s a weird sunburn. It has largely confined itself to the back of my neck and just around my neck on my back, thanks to the shape of the shirt I was wearing. Apparently that area of my person had not seen much sun prior to yesterday’s trip to Oakes and Monango.

My face and arms merely got slightly overdone, and aren’t even pink anymore. The back of my neck, however, still feels a little fiery. I am going to have to find my aloe, which I definitely haven’t unpacked yet.

The problem is, I’m fairly certain I’m going to forget that I have the sunburn and just hop groggily into a nice hot shower in the morning. If you hear an agonized shriek from the general vicinity of my apartment, that will be why.

Note to self: Find sunscreen in preparation for the week’s fair coverage.

Further note to self: Pink does not look good on you. Avoid in future.

I Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive

Sorry about that.

I didn’t mean to drop off the radar like that for so long.

I’ve been a little busy. Or rather, I haven’t been busy at all. I’ve had bronchitis and have been occupying my parents’ couch, arraying my Kleenex, vitamin water, inhaler and drugs against all invaders. Most of the past few days have been spent in sort of a bleary-eyed stupor, punctuated by coughing fits and frequent naps.

Mom fed me chicken noodle soup and took me to the doctor. My brother and dad both wandered in and out of the living room to keep me company. My online friends put up with me suddenly being half-there, all the time, instead of all the way there, half the time. People brought me food and then retreated to a safely germ-free distance.

It was nice. Well, it wasn’t nice, but it was about as nice as it could be when you feel like the floor of a taxicab… on fire.

I’ve gone through at least two full boxes of Kleenex and at least 12 bottles of vitamin water, most of which I couldn’t actually taste. The doctor gave me antibiotics, which probably haven’t done anything except prevent secondary infection (which is still good), and an inhaler full of albuterol, which has opened up my airways a bit. It has been genuinely unpleasant, and I’m grateful to my parents for feeding me and letting me take over the couch for five days.

The whole thing reminds me of an episode of Star Trek featuring aliens that called humans “ugly bags of mostly water.”

I may still be an ugly bag of mostly goo, but at least I have good folks around me.

Ickiest Noodles Ever

A friend of mine recommended whole wheat-based noodles as a healthier alternative to normal noodles, and unfortunately, I actually bought some of the darned things at the store.

You may have a different experience. I am an extremely picky eater, and I am most picky about texture. So please don’t be afraid to try whole wheat-based noodles.

The noodles I bought were absolutely horrible. They had a creepy, nutty taste to them that overtook both the cheese and the marinara I poured over the noodles, but the worst thing was the texture. The wheaty noodles started out feeling like normal noodles, but quickly degraded into mealy, horrible bits of grit. It was not pleasant.

After choking down a bowlful of the stuff, I gave up on the healthier noodles and tossed the rest. While low-fat cottage cheese, low-fat cream cheese, skim milk, and lean hamburger are good substitutes for their originals, I would use caution in substituting whole wheat noodles for the normal kind in a recipe.

Maybe I should have tried them with butter instead of a red sauce. Anyone else have a different experience with whole wheat-based noodles?

Edit: Added the word “whole” in a bunch of times to better distinguish the brown nasty noodles from the normal kind, which are also made of wheat. Thanks, commenter!

I Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive

And we’re live on the air after a nasty bout of strep throat that put me totally out of commission for two days last week and left me a bit tired and addled for several more. Fortunately I had the weekend (yes, I worked, but it was pretty easy stuff) to recuperate.

What, you didn’t notice I was addled?

It took me almost 30 years to get my first case of strep throat, and I sincerely hope it takes me another 30 years to get the second. However, I did learn a number of interesting things, some of which are admittedly kind of gross:

  1. It is called “strep throat,” but this is a misnomer. Because your entire body feels like it has been tenderized more thoroughly than the meat at a three-star restaurant, it ought to be called “strep body.”
  2. Gargling with salt water is less pleasant than drinking a slushie, which has much the same effect.
  3. When the doctor spends approximately 2.5 seconds looking at your throat and calls your tonsillitis “severe,” he is probably correct. Also, he’s probably just as grossed out as you are.
  4. Strep throat can make your saliva glands go into overdrive, which forces you to swallow more often at a time when you would pretty much rather drive an ice pick into your left toe.
  5. It is in fact impossible to hork up your own tonsils, no matter how hard you try.
  6. Most importantly: I need to have a lot more sympathy for people with strep throat. It is considerably less pleasant than I thought, and I never thought it was a barrel of laughs in the first place.

Photos of Worthington at Sunset

If you’ve been staying indoors lately, you’ve been missing out. Even yesterday, when it drizzled throughout the morning and a thunderstorm started up again at night, sunset on Lake Okabena was beautiful.

On the nights I go for a walk, I inevitably see something and think "What a great photo that would make!" and of course, I never have a camera. Last night I borrowed the Globe’s camera, thinking I could post any photos worth seeing on my blog.

It was quite windy on the open parts of the shoreline yesterday. I should have worn a scarf to keep my hair out of my eyes, but I forgot about it. The wind made the lake’s surface choppy, and I wondered what it would be like to try to windsurf out there.

But it was beautiful.

I love the dock on Sailboard Beach.

Putting the Health in the Health and Home Show

Health is a major component of the Women’s Expo this year, and Sanford Health has a huge pavilion area in the Minnesota West gym. Avera has a big booth in the annex area.

Sanford is offering free cholesterol screenings, blood pressure checks and oxygen saturation checks, and there’s a long line of people waiting to get it all done.

"I’m having my cholesterol checked, and my blood pressure," said Joyce Faragher of Worthington, one of the folks waiting in line. "I haven’t had it checked in 40 years, so maybe it’s time."

I wished her good luck and started wandering again; such is liveblogging! So many things to look at, things to do, and so little time!

Going Bananas at the Women’s Expo!

If you get tired at the Women’s Expo, you can stop at the Tempur-Pedic booth and lie down on one of the sample beds, and the booth staffer will even show you how the bed works while you rest.

If you get hungry, you have even more options. You could grab some candy from Farley and Sathers, but if you want to satisfy your sweet tooth with something healthier, you could check out the Nobles Rock Community Health Improvement Program, which is offering people beautiful, perfectly ripe bananas. Bananas are close to being the perfect natural food, because they taste good and are pretty much prepackaged for convenience, too. 

But if bananas aren’t your thing and you want a wonderful carby nosh, check out the Wheeler Bread at the Schafer’s Health Store/Wheeler Bread booth. Their bread can’t be beat.

If the dry air of the gym has somehow gotten to you, Schafer’s is also offering samples of goat’s milk lotion and soap from Those Crazy Goat Ladies, of Sibley, Iowa.

And we’re just getting started down at the Expo!