Cottonwoods curving near long red grasses; both guarding irrigation streams on sacred native lands. Passing evenly-plowed tidy plots of land in the shadows of the Santa Ana Mesa, waiting for sun for warmth for spring for planting. Cattle and horses graze on rounded tufts of green while the silver-edged cottonwoods dance near the water.
(Please note; photography on native lands is not permitted. This photo was taken near Tesuque.)
Marty's Universal Truths About Being A Patient In A Hospital: ****Caution!!! The term "crap" is used in this blog. If you could be offended by the term "crap", please read no further. ****Secondary Caution!!! The term "butt" is also used - beware!
Rule #1 Have family & friends who will visit who are not afraid of hospitals or nurses or doctors or (possibly) seeing your bare butt... Make sure one or two of them are by your side most days. Remind friends to let you sleep whenever you are tired. You are not there to entertain them - or they - you.
Rule #2 Post a calendar/clock where you can see them at all times. Mark off each day - yourself! Keep a journal of timely events; such as types of medicine and times for medicine and the name of your daily nurse the phone number of your room your doctor's name "unknown" terms to be checked later, and start a list of your dream foods to be enjoyed with freedom.
Rule #3 Question the doctor about your medicines when you can get rid of that **** catheter about your tests when you get your freedom, and work very hard for that freedom.
Rule #4 Do not put up with any crap. Be firm, be strong, and decide what treatment works best for YOU -not your doc -not your nurse -not your friends/family, -you.
Rule #5 Be careful of hospital food. Sick people eat that stuff. Check with your nurse; I bet a friend can bring in food... Enough said. If hospital food tastes good... You need more medicine, because you are still sick.
Rule #6 (If they deserve it;) be nice to your nursing/therapy staff. Try. They want you back home as much as you do.
Rule #7 Bring whatever you need: Good slippers. A nice robe. Several good books. A radio/CD player. Lotion of choice. Your own toothpaste/brush. Stuffed toy? Whoopie cushion?
Rule #8 Please shut off the TV and keep it off. Convince your roommate of the same. TV will suck your brains out if given half a chance...
Rule #9 Get outside if at all possible. even if it is raining. Or snowing. Rain/snow won't kill you - stale air might.
Rule #10 Do everything in your power to stay out of hospitals. They are not fun. If you find yourself in one; get better and get out.
I would travel where I've not gone before; over oceans and into unusual lands
where customs and people
and language and food and traditions
and experiences are unknown and amazing to me.
I would stay there for more time than any previous vacation before.
I would enjoy challenges food drink language new friends and life.
And even with approved "leave of absence", I would "lose" the job that had been "waiting" for me back home.
I would grow and discover "monster.com" and thank the stars above every day for friends and family and connections (and internet) and find a job back home, while in a strange land thousands of miles away.
A job that pays much more...
And grow and make friends and experience new skills and consider travel once again; to a new unusual land with giant skies and lovely landscapes,
holding different customs
food and experiences .
I will move there
(with my sidekick co-pilot husband partner best friend)
with no lodging no employment no contacts and a little money.
Find good work challenging me to learn with new friends in unusual (and wet) places.
Find expanded learning for myself and my co-pilot.
And keep in the back of my mind the idea I can do this again and again.
Luna Rules: #1 Never step backwards - I will be under your feet. #2 I will yell at you at all hours for no reason. #3 If you clean my box, I will immediately dirty it. #4 The water dish is a moving target when you lift it. #5 Ditto for the food dish. #6 I like to spill other stuff, too. #7 I allow you to sleep on the bed - not the other way. #8 Do not move when I am on your lap or legs.
#9 Do not shut curtains - I like to look out my windows. #10 If you buy me a catnip plant- put it up high, or I will eat it all.
Brains intrigue me. They are "plastic" and they have the ability to learn or re-learn or even shift their "specialty" if another area has been injured. And yet some brain injuries do not heal as expected. Expectations regarding the healing of brain tissue are never clear or concise. Bones heal in a precise time period. Skin and organs with the proper treatments heal on a certain schedule. Brains do not.
I think about this; as J drinks a beer and makes chocolate chip cookies, and I read a book about brain surgeons, while I sample the cookie dough.
Food I still carry with me from my childhood; Lucky Charms Cocoa Puffs Creamed Chipped Beef on Toast Frozen Snickers Dr. Pepper or Mountain Dew Macaroni & Cheese from a Box Bologna Sandwiches Hot Dogs with Ketchup Only Cheeseburgers with Ketchup Only Sliced Peaches in Cream Rice Pudding and Canned Corned Beef.
It is the Canned Corned Beef which surprises me the most.
St. Patrick's Day is soon and I am thinking about Canned Corn Beef and Lucky Charms. (But not all at the same time).
The past two weeks have been filled with Feldenkrais technique instruction; laying flat on my back or on my side or on my front or various positions sitting, and exploring how I move and transition from one position to another. Also learning new ways to assist others in their own exploration of movement.
And when I watch my cat; she knows all the techniques
I love receiving hand-addressed anything in the mail. I also love the quick give-and-take of chatting and teasing and silly pun fun (almost) in real time on Facebook. I like getting long drawn out full-of-thoughts and information and gossip and hopes and dreams emails from friends in the same town or across the country or across the world. And knowing that somewhere someone is taking the time to think and to write to me. I hope they feel the same way I do.
I had a girlfriend in high school who owned a 1970's Gran Torino. It was huge and red, with a red-to-gold stripe running the length of each side and loud and beautiful, in a sleek and powerful way. And a for a petite 17-year old girl; driving such a vehicle gave her presence.
It was also horrible to maneuver in the snows of Illinois, difficult to park in a small garage, and you could not see very well out the tiny ill-placed back window.
But it was a wonderful first car. And I think it gave those who saw her driving such a muscle car an appreciation for this tiny girl's own power and control.
I thought of her and the car and the power; after watching "Gran Torino" this evening.
She fought prejudice through grade school and high school (and maybe beyond). But she always seemed tough enough to handle the slurs and the ignorance.
Dani will always be as tough as Clint Eastwood in my book.
Daylight Savings Day. Can someone please explain this whole concept to me? Yes, in the fall, we "gain" an hour (to sleep, or stay out later at a bar, or just to think),
But in the spring we simply lose an hour. Is this concept like "losing weight"; if we lose "it" does someone else have to "find it"?
And if saving time/losing time is necessary (as it probably was during harvesting and planting seasons - when it was first suggested to assist the agrarian societies who needed extra light to complete their chores) is it STILL necessary?
OK I'll drop it. J says I'm being like Andy Rooney discussing saving time.
Photos: Top: Sunset, Argenton Chateau, France, June 2007. Middle: Sunset, East Moline, Illinois, October 2007. Bottom: Sunset, Santa Fe, New Mexico, one year ago - today.
When I started this blog in May 2007, it was for the sole purpose of staying in touch with friends and family while we traveled to Europe for three months. I am still staying in touch. "Traveller's Joy" clematis vitalba: Wildflower found throughout southwest Europe/Africa. Used for medicinal purposes and found "climbing and covering" the roadsides of Europe.
We spend January 1 walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives... not looking for flaws, but for potential. ~Ellen Goodman