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Oh Bummer!

I let this old post get buried…It was written probably about eight months ago.  So here it is to all those who might be interested in reading it:

For many of you who are not aware, a few weeks ago, people who lived in the L.A. and N.Y. area were contacted through Daily Strength to audition for a Rheumatoid Arthritis commercial.  Luckily, the very day that it was posted, I contacted Sessions West Studios and scheduled for an audition.  But here’s the thing….I’m terrible at public speaking.  My knees get week, I start to sweat and shake, and you would think I was about ready to go into convulsions.  The director at the studio was very sweet and did his best to get a good take of my audition.  I was hoping I would just be going in to talk about my experience with RA.  No such luck however.  They required actual acting!

Thinking that I had completely blown my chances, I got back to work with a sad look on my face.  I really wanted the gig, and the pay wasn’t too shabby!  My finances were particularly poor at the moment.   My husband was out of work, I was working part time and barely surviving, wondering how my husband and I would get through the next few months.  That $4000 could keep us going!  So the pressure was definitely there.  It’s like someone handed me a check and said you can have this if you can just do this one thing right.  And in this case, it’s acting!

That day I got a phone call from the casting studio.  “You have a call back” they said!  I was thrilled, to say the least!  My nerves were at an all time high as I waited for the next call to let me know what time.  Days passed.  When I never received the call, I started to grow worried.  The call back was for Friday and here it was Thursday.  Was it just a mistake?  Was I not getting a call back?  Finally that afternoon, the phone rang again with the time I was needed to come in on Friday.

I arrived at the Santa Monica studio, after having rehearsed from what I could remember of the script.  “My RA is not the same as your RA” I kept repeating in my head.  But when I got there, my nerves just got worse.  The people around me chosen for the call back looked beautiful and confident.  When they called my name, my legs started to tremble again.  This time there were more people watching me and a different director.  Everything had changed, the room, the placement of the camera, and even how I was to say my lines.  I became as stiff as a board without even noticing.  The director tried to get me to be relaxed in front of the camera, but for the life of me, no matter how much I wanted the gig, it just wasn’t happening.  I told him, “If I can just get my knees to stop shaking, I’ll be ok.”  He chuckled.

They took two takes and then had me wait out in the lobby.  They called two girls back and sent me home.  “thanks”, they said.  I walked out to my car, holding back tears.  I was so close.  I wanted it so badly.  I needed it, but it was too late.

And now you’re hoping for a happy ending.  Well, I’m not sure I can deliver what you may think so just keep reading…  I knew I didn’t get the gig I was hoping for, but what I did get was another call.  “We’re thinking about using you for print,” they said.  I didn’t hear back from them for several days.  I got a call back and they said, “The print job is no longer available but we may use you as a hand model.”  Hand model?  Crazy…never thought of my swollen fingers as being great for modeling.

It was fun being on the list of producers, directors, photographers, etc.  as “talent”.  It was definitely a fun experience!!  I was also used a little in part of the commercial, where you see my shoulder and barely the side of my face.  It’s unrecognizable really, but I had a good time. I was a little concerned that my hands were swelling more and more.  I was part of a clinical trial at the moment, and so I was getting worse because the medication I was taking for it was giving me a reaction.  And I wondered if I would be turned away.  But the truth is, I think the director made up the job for me.  He told me, he had never had an actress be so honest.  And he told everyone what I said on set, about how if I could just get my knees to stop shaking, I’d be ok.  He thought that was so endearing, he said, that he wanted to find a way to make me part of this.  Awwww.  What can I say, How cool is that?

So here I was, on a shoot, watching the commercial be created right before my eyes.  I’m in the entertainment business, so this wasn’t too crazy for me, but what was great was that one of the girls, the print model became a good friend.  Both were from N.Y.  The other girl, is a dancer in N.Y. for Broadway.  I got to eat great food.  I got to be part of the commercial on both days.  And as a hand model, the pay was not bad!  So it wasn’t much compared to what it could have been, but I was still very very grateful!  And the commercial came out excellent.  The girl who acted in was fantastic and I just loved her voice for the part!

So as you can see, when an opportunity comes along, I take it!  And it works the same way for this disease… I give most things a chance, given that I’ve looked into the possibilities on how it will affect me.  Life is full of opportunities and new experiences if you let it!  And I don’t believe that things are always, “too good to be true.”  Sometimes things are simply too good and too true.  :)

Coming Soon: Supplement Recommendations Condition-Specific

Hello everyone!

Just a reminder that I am not a doctor and please read my Disclaimer on this site.  (just click on the link).  I have started working on pages that I will be putting up soon on condition-specific supplement recommendations.  If you have a disease that you’d like me to put up there specifically, please comment to this post and recommend it!  So far, these are the conditions I have in mind to talk about:

Lupus

Multiple Sclerosis

Psoriasis

Psoratic Arthritis

Pulmonary Fibrosis

Rheumatoid Arthritis

Osteoarthritis

Parkinson’s

Crohn’s

ALS   also known as Leu Gehrig’s Disease

Autism

Thank you for your help and I hope to have this ready for you soon!

Sincerely,

-Sarah Keturah

In My Absence: Part III

The Sky Is the Limit, or the amount your body and mind can take, given disease and sleep deprivation.

So I’ve been trying to keep it together and so far so good.  I’m tired and my skin is showing the results of drinking Rockstar, but otherwise, I’m doing well.

I guess my main complaint would be that I don’t feel as competent as I’d like in any area of my life right now.  There’s a point in any job or class that you want to feel like things are just smooth sailing.  And for me, even though it’s getting close to smooth sailing, I’m still on bumpy turf.  This morning for instance, I’m working at Gnomon School of Visual Effects.  The person that trains me is out for the day.  So I’m having to ask everyone else how to do everything.  Granted, I’m learning way more this way by doing, but I’d rather it be that I just felt comfortable, you know?  Even answering the phone, because I haven’t done it all that much, still feels awkward.

Zbrush class is starting to get a little more fun now that I know my way around the program a little bit better.  At the same token however, it still feels foreign and I have to re-read my notes and google questions that I have for most things with the program.  I’m also having to watch Zbrush tutorials for refreshing.  But I’m loving the program and just wish all I had to do was live and breath Zbrush for a while.  This weekend I’m going to give my 3D character my all since mid-terms are coming up.  Depending on how it goes, I may post it.  :)

The bowling alley is another story.  I am getting better at it but boy is it hard work.  I never realized that working there would be so tough.  I really thought that I’d have very little to do.  So I’d rather have it be tough and busy so that I actually make money than have me just standing around.  Time goes faster when you’re busy too.  On Mondays I wait on Leagues back to back.  I don’t know how many leagues I wait on, but I have tables too.  I’m guessing since I have 10 lanes and each lane has around 5 people, that I’m potentially waiting on 50 people, give or take because not everyone orders.  But if you can imagine, 50 people, plus other tables, it can get quite busy sometimes.  And I wait on one league and then another.  So I’m constantly putting in orders, memorizing names and drinks.  It’s much more difficult that I could have ever imagined.  But I am enjoying it now that I’m getting to know people and their drinks a little bit better.  On Tuesdays, the other server can’t come in until 7.  So from 5 till 7 I wait on 24 lanes, one of them being a league.  Sometimes it’s not as difficult as it sounds and sometimes it’s REALLY difficult.  This past Tuesday took the cake.  I was exhausted!  My feet simply couldn’t move fast enough for everyone’s orders.

But what else is new?  Well, I’ve joined twitter officially.  And that means I’m posting frequently.  I am in charge of marketing the studio that I work for.  And this past week I’ve decided to take the studio into twitter world.  And doing so, I realized that I needed to tweet more often too.  So I’m double tweeting…  tweeting for me and tweeting for the studio.  I like it,but it’s a whole new world that I know nothing about.

And of course, keeping everything straight in my head is a challenge.  I find that answering the phone for Gnomon School is probably the most difficult, given that for the past almost 5 years, I’ve been answering the phone (and still do) for S4 Studios.  So every time I pick up that phone, my head literally says, “‘Don’t say S4 Studios’, Say ‘good morning gnomon'”  Since I’m only at Gnomon two days a week and I don’t always answer the phone, it’s something I haven’t been able to turn into a habit yet.  You would think out of everything I do, this would be the easiest task, but it’s quite the opposite.  OMG and transferring calls is another task I’m just not used to.  Oh well, I will get it eventually.  I was told I won’t be feeling comfortable with all the ins and outs of this internship until the second semester.

With all of that, I’ve been debating whether I should do a couple more things.  Like I should add anything more to my schedule, right?  Well, the two things are these.  First, I was asked if I’d like to work a Sunday bar-tending shift for now on.  I told the manager that I would have to think about it.  Normally I would say no.  But in reality, I think bar-tending is a pretty good skill to learn for living in Los Angeles as a female.  Female bartenders can make a lot of money at some places.  And although I probably wouldn’t make all that much here, it would give me a chance to really learn how to bar-tend.  So I’m leaning towards asking if I can alternate Sundays, that way every other Sunday I will have a break.  That’s what I think I’ve decided.  Stay tuned and I’ll let you know how that goes.

The other thing I’ve been debating is becoming a vendor at Venice Beach.  I was thinking of doing portrait sketches, as well as selling paintings.  The only problem here is that you have to be there by 5 a.m.  Any later than that, and there’s no chance of getting a spot.  I’ve heard that the money potential is fantastic.  Not only that, but it would give me a day at the beach, more exposure as an artist, more practice as an artist, and it would help simply get my name and S4 Studio’s name out there.  But late nights plus a 5 am. morning Sat and/or Sunday would be really difficult.  So I’m having a tough time trying to figure out how to wing it.  I currently have all the supplies ready to go.  So I’m prepared to do it, I just have to try.  Stay tuned and I’ll let you know if I give that a shot this weekend.

Can my plate be more full?  Probably not but don’t freak out.  I’ve always been this way.  Having RA has really slowed me down, or at least it has made me slow down.  I’m finally getting back to feeling like my normal self again, grabbing the bull by its horns and going for it.  For the past five years I’ve worked really hard at finding the answers for my RA.  I won’t say that I’ve found the answers exactly, but I will say that after all these years of research, my daily supplement routine has finally made it possible that I can do what I’m doing now.  I wish you all the best success that life has to offer.  Thank you for your support!

Oh and one more thing!  Wish me luck on getting the RA scholarship that I’m hoping for, from http://reachbeyondra.com  I hope they give it to me so I can pursue 3D animation and modeling with a vengeance!

In My Absence: Part II

Hello everyone!  So I just wanted to catch you up on what’s going on with me, not just in terms of RA but with everything else.  I’ve sort of been gone for a while.  I still check for comments on this blog but I hadn’t had a real chance to properly write a post!  I’ve been busy, very very busy.  I still have tons of backstories to tell you all but for now, I will just begin with what’s been going on lately, and from where I left off on my last, “In My absence” post.

In my last “In My absence” post, I talked about having packed up all my stuff so my husband could move to a small town and work at his new job, teaching H.S..  We would then travel on weekends to see each other.  I hadn’t found a place to live…yet.

It was a bit of a scramble to find somewhere to live quickly.  I was offered a place to live at a friend’s mom’s house.  She’s a lovely lady with a lovely house and everything was going great except that what I really wanted was a shorter commute in the morning.  L.A. has areas of horrendous potholes and it seemed that every morning, no matter what way I drove to work, I would be driving over oodles of potholes.  They were destroying my car.  Not only that, but it could take up to an hour and a half to get to work.  The earlier I left, the longer it took.  So there was no way around this.  Not only that, I longed to live by the beach.  I figured, since this was my opportunity to live anywhere in L.A. and work wasn’t too far from Santa Monica, that my goal was to live in Santa Monica.

I really didn’t know what was even possible.  I thought I might be commuting forever, because I wasn’t sure that I would find anything better than that.  The best I could find at this point was a share-a-room type of situation.  I hadn’t really met too many people yet about this.  I had emails, I had gone to one rental space and so far, nothing was calling my name. Besides that, if there was something good, it was snatched up within seconds.  So I knew that if I found anything remotely good, I needed to take it as quickly as possible.

I saw an ad for a beautiful room in a giant, million dollar house.  It of course sounded, too good to be true.  I called anyway because I believe there’s no such thing as “too good to be true.”  I am a optomist and I’m going to stay that way, and too many things in my life have been too good to be true, and yet they were true!!  I went to the house, and it was indeed beautiful. If I got the space, my room would have its own bathroom and walk-in closet.  Furniture needed to stay, and thankfully, I had no furniture!  A sweet dog greeted me.  The house was decorated grandma-style, doilies, child-sized dolls and fringe were everywhere.  Still, I was not detoured.  I knew it was either this or a party-house and I would much rather have this.  Not only that, but it was located 3 miles from Venice Beach.  And fyi, there are very few potholes going from the west side to central Los Angeles.

I suppose, if you are a glass is half empty type, you might be happy to hear that there are a lot of drawbacks.  There are rules in every shape and direction, ranging from smelly foods to doing laundry past 9pm or before 9am.  I have to be extremely quiet and yet, the entire family is incredibly loud, waking me up at night sometimes, and waking me up in the morning.  We’re talking Italian loud, screaming, talkative, etc.   There is a cat and a dog and the house does smell like cat and dog.  And the dog did pee in my room one time…and that was the last time that dog was in my room.  So I keep my room super clean and always have a couple of windows open for ventilation.  And there are other things….but I really don’t want to complain about all fo them.  Let’s just say, you have to be as tolerant as a Saint and if it weren’t for my room, the amenities and the view, I would have been out of that house yesterday.  All in all, it’s a wonderful place and I got really lucky.  We’re talking L.A. here.  There is never an easy room-mate situation, so I am not complaining!  When my husband comes to visit, we have to either find other arrangements or pay an extra $35 for him to stay the night.  For now, we find other arrangements because we can’t afford the nightly stay.

I was feeling the money crunch.  Between my husband living in his own place, and me living in my own place, and of course gas, I was feeling extremely frustrated that we were no further ahead really than we were before.  So I decided that I needed a second job.  I have a lot of experience in serving, and one of my goals was to become fit, so I decided to combine the two.  I needed to find a place that wouldn’t work me too much, but would provide exercise as well as that extra little bit of cash that I needed so I wouldn’t feel so strapped.

Needless to say, I was having a VERY difficult time finding a job.  Beach jobs especially were highly coveted.  Of course, it had only been a couple of weeks…..

I reluctantly went to an interview at a Bowling Alley far from my home.  I just knew I was going to get the job.  It would be a lot of traveling, exactly what I didn’t want.  And sure enough, I got the job.  I started working there the day after the interview.  Training was minimal, so I began earning tips right away.  The commute didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would because it was at night and I was getting tired of looking for jobs and going to interviews.  Looking for jobs is a job in itself.  Plus, I was having to learn so much at the bowling alley, I was feeling overwhelmed from all the cramming of information.  And I will tell you more about that in a moment….

In the meantime, I had also gone to an interview at the art school that I had taken my last class on Maya.  An opening for a position where you do a trade-your-time-for-a-class had come up.  This is a highly coveted spot and the positions are almost always filled, so again, I got super lucky.  Partly my luckiness is due to my consistent drive.  I asked on numerous occasions if there was a position opening.  And at first, I got no answer.  And then I got a no.  But I always keep asking, because until I get the answer from the right person, or better yet, from all decision makers, then the answer in my head is that there’s still a possibility.  I hadn’t heard that there was a trade, and I never knew of a school that did a trade, but call it intuition, I had a feeling that there might be.  And at $1,800 per class, I couldn’t pass it up!  So now I was going to be working at my part-time gig, the studio, as well as 12 hours a week at the art school, along with working at the Bowling alley and on top of that, take a class.  I didn’t know how long I could keep it all up, but figured I would just have to try.

So that’s why I was getting information overload.  I had started class, ZBrush, a highly technical 3D software program, along with learning the computer system at the Bowling alley.  You’d think that was no big deal, but it was actually quite complicated.  The computer system at the Bowling Alley is so un-intuitive that they’re getting a whole new system soon.  Along with learning that, the menu and how they do things, I also had to learn about the leagues.  Different leagues come in, and they expect to be treated like royalty.  They expect for you to learn their name and their drink.  And each time you bring them a new drink, they close out the tab.  So it’s important to remember their name and drink because the next time you see them, well every time you see them, they’ll just point to their empty drink, suggesting that they get another.  And since you don’t have a tab open anymore, everything has to be done on memory.  And it’s so fast paced, it’s impossible to just keep the tickets with you and organized.  So you have to throw the tickets away, or else you’d have a giant pile.  It’s constant running, all the while playing a game of concentration with the drinks, the names and the computer system.

But I have to say that I’m starting to smooth everything out.  I finally got the Bowling Alley to give me only two shifts a week so that my weekends are free and that I’m not overloaded during the week.  Working their means super late nights, so I do find it a bit exhausting.  But, I’m getting the hang of how to balance everything.

Back when I went to art school in Boston and worked several jobs as well, I might not have had RA but I had a uber busy schedule.  I learned how to balance my schedule based on what was going on.  I’d take time off one place, to make it work for another.  It wasn’t easy, in fact, it was one of the most difficult times of my life.  But it taught me that I could survive, even through the toughest of situations.  I find this situation that I’m currently in, MUCH MUCH MUCH easier than that!  So, let’s just say I’m not sweating it, even with the RA.

Speaking of RA, how is my RA you ask?  Well, if you don’t know anything about RA, one thing to know is that when you amp up the exercise, you often flare.  When you amp up stress, you flare.  And when you don’t get enough sleep, you flare again.  My RA was VERY controlled before I started all the moving and other jobs.  So I was expecting the flares before they happened.  I’ve been using prednisone to get out of my flares.  It’s effective in the short-term, but what will I do for the long run?  Well, I’m planning on taking exclzyme 2af to help bring my cortisone levels back to normal.  I’ve also been learning a lot about Kefir from a girl on Daily Strength.  Her advice is to buy the grains and make it yourself so that you get the real thing.  As well, once you buy the grains, you never have to buy them again because they continue to grow or something like that.  So I bought myself a starter kit but I know even that stuff aren’t the “official” grains.  Basically we’ve genetically modified the grains so they will die, meaning so you HAVE to buy new grains.  But the real stuff, stuff you can buy from the UK doesn’t die and continues to make new grains.  Kefir is supposed to have all the ingredients we are lacking as autoimmune diseased individuals according to this girl that I spoke with.  So whether this is true or not, I have no idea, as I haven’t done research yet.  But why wait when I can start enjoying Kefir today and see what happens, right?  Supposedly Kefir is supposed to have protein that our bodies can digetst, B12 and calcium and there’s some kind of complicated process that our bodies can’t handle, which is why other foods just don’t suffice.  I will let you know if there are any dramatic changes.  I know that many people like to do one thing at a time and see what works.  I simply don’t do things that way…it would take far too long for me to ever get better.  I try bunches of things and then after taking them for a while, stop taking something.  If I notice a difference after a couple of weeks, I say to myself, “What am I not taking that’s making me worse?”  Then I buy the product again and if I start to get better, I say, “Aha!  It’s probably this.”  And I might go through that process several times.  If I stop taking something and no change happens, then I assume that it’s not strong enough to work, or something along those lines.  I am not a science project, out to prove what works and what doesn’t.  I’m a living, breathing person, looking for the best treatments in the shortest amount of time.

So I guess the shortened answer on how my RA is doing is that I take it day by day, but for the most part, it is fairly controlled and I am doing well.  AND, the bowling brace I use for carrying heavy trays really really helps!  :)  Many wishes that your days are filled with fun, enjoyment and feeling good and I hope to keep on posting on what’s new with me!

Thank you for checking in!-Sarah

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Earth Angels: Part One

I wanted to tell you a couple of recent experiences of mine.  Let me just preface that I am an incredibly lucky person, or maybe, just maybe, I have angels in high places taking care of me.  I do have plenty of bad things happen, but I always come out ok in the end.  When people help me, in an exceptional way, I consider them “earth angels”. But how does one know for sure that this person really exists?  Whatever the case, they are angels just the same.

I was about to tell you a few stories in regards to me, but it just occurred to me that there’s one more story I should add.  And so,  since it was so long ago, I’m going to begin with a story that really isn’t mine to tell…..

When I was a teenager, I had a wonderful boyfriend.  He was beyond handsome, part French, and a great story teller.  But that didn’t make this story un-true.  He was also a person I would say that was blessed with luck.  When I was with him, uncanny coincidences would happen, and I would swear he was the luckiest person I knew. In fact, he even called himself “the luckiest man in the world”, though he was still really just a boy at that time.  A boy nonetheless, seconds away from growing into a man, a very charming man, that is.

One night, my boyfriend and his friend were on a long drive…. They drove each weekend to see my girlfriend and I.  Yes, my best girlfriend was dating his best friend.  It’s almost straight out of an old-time flick, only this one is real and isn’t starring Cybill Shepherd.  After seeing us, they were off again on their hour and a half drive back to Vacaville CA.

While driving in Sacramento, about an hour out of the small town where I lived, they began experiencing car trouble. In a car I would say was a real clunker, with  oodles of miles, worn tires, and a general sense that it could break down any minute, the car did what was expected, it broke down, but in the worst of locations.  Since he was in H.S., it was a car just the same, something to be proud that you had, and he was willing to drive it until it puckered out.

At the time, the two of these boys were going over a massive bridge, the kind that diesel trucks gained higher speeds than this car could.  I don’t know the full details, but I remember it was dangerous.  My boyfriend told my family and I this story, hands flailing about, and something about a diesel truck and almost getting run off the bridge.  It was terribly late at night and they didn’t know what to do.  They somehow got themselves off this bridge by foot, on a bridge without a foot path, and looked for help.  No AAA, no cell phones, (they weren’t invented yet!), they were on their own.  And out of nowhere, they met an old bum.  That’s right, a bum. And the bum asked if he could help them.  They told the bum about their car, and about how it broke down, in great detail.  By the story alone, of how the car acted, the bum made a suggestion.  I know it had something to do with the stick shift and how it was no longer working, etc.  I know nothing about cars so I do apologize now for having a story with holes in it.  But I am doing the best I can.

The bum, after hearing the story, told these two boys that they needed a bolt.  A bolt had come off the car, he explained, something with the stick shift and if they got a bolt that fit just right, they’d be on their merry way.  Confused but intrigued, they kept listening.  The bum then told them to check behind a sign that was way off in the distance.  They were definitely confused at this point, how this bum knew that a bolt on some sign way off in the distance was going to fix their car, but they didn’t have any better options, so they did what the bum said.

I wish I knew what the sign said…because it seems like that could be an important part of the story, but I don’t.  The bum had told them to go behind the sign and unscrew one of the bolts.  And so they did.  It came off easily, just as he said it would.  When they returned, ready to thank the bum for the hopeful bolt in their hand, the bum had disappeared.

They walked back to the car and sure enough, the bold fit like a glove on whatever it was, and voila!  The car could now be driven!

When they told my family this story later, they were both convinced that this man was a real angel.   They had worried they were going to get hit on that bridge or that they were going to be stranded for a long while, in a dangerous part of town.  So they believed with all their heart that this was one of their angels, come to help them out in a time of need. And the rest of us, the listeners, felt goose bumps as the story was told and  thankful that if this was an angel that he was there to help these boys get home safe that night.

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