Nothing left to do,
Nowhere else I need to be.
I love Christmas Eve.
Christmas candle fills
The air with cranberry cheer,
Whatever that is.
If I am boring myself enough with all my health related thoughts that I can’t stay awake to write them down, then there isn’t much chance that anyone else will find them gripping. Or helpful. Thus my procrastination when it comes to ending this blog-neglect thing I have going on.
But I seriously have NOTHING much else happening in my life just now.
Except maybe for Facebook where I read this little story about a nurse who was bathing her patient when he asked her, “Are my testicles black?” So she checked them out for him and reassured him that everything looked just fine down there.
“Well, that’s great,” he said, “But what I asked you was ARE MY TEST RESULTS BACK?”
This is a perfect example of how I hear things, all mangled up and misconstrued and just not quite on the money. W requested the other day from another room that I put play dough on the grocery shopping list. That’s what I heard. I think it could have been bagels or maybe Leggo. I don’t know.
And when I went for more needle biopsies on my neck last week (follow-up from a year ago in case there are changes) the doctor told me when he was finished to keep the band-aid on for fifty hours. That sounded odd, so I wondered if maybe he meant fifteen hours, but that seemed a strange time frame too. A few hours?? Then he went on to talk about pain killers and results and another visit and I had to pay attention to all that so I forgot to ask for clarification on the band-aid issue. I took it off when it started to itch. I am still alive.
Whenever I ask W to repeat himself he gets annoyed and on my case about getting a hearing aid. But I don’t want one yet. And here are some of the reasons why I’m being stubborn about it.
So, how do you like my new lazy Christmas decorating method where you don’t take anything ordinary away but simply add some holiday stuff to the junk you already have lying around? Whoa, Martha’s got nothing on me. If you’re disagreeing with that, I can’t hear you.
If I were on a debate team, the rest of the team would kick me off. I do not relish debating of any kind. I don’t like to listen to people argue and it makes me uncomfortable when opposing views lead to heated exchanges. I am blessed/cursed with being able to see both sides of the story. This is not to say I don’t have informed (and in some cases no doubt misguided) opinions about things, but I rarely feel the need to shove my beliefs down someone else’s throat. I am the peacekeeper, planted firmly on the fence.
Well it sure isn’t my hearing. Another reason why debating is not my thing. I would misinterpret the arguments and call the opposite side idiots. I don’t think you get points for that.
My sense of smell is pretty good. Especially if something is burning, I’m likely to notice it before anyone else does.
Blessed and Cursed: My Life on the Fence
I don’t like to be all negative in a post, but I hate tea even more than I hate debating. It doesn’t matter how you try to dress it up with different flavours, it’s still tea. I quite like teapots though. Not everything about tea is bad.
I am grateful for my appointment with the Primary Care nurse and for all the information and advice she gave me about diabetes. She drew on a white board with dry erase markers (this appealed to the artist in me I guess) pictures of the liver, the pancreas, and a big fat blood cell or artery or something. Glucose was represented by little red X’s and insulin by little green triangles. Then there were many arrows pointing in every which direction. Now I understand why my fasting blood sugar readings are consistently high in the morning even though I have not been sleep walking/eating during the night.
Activity and weight loss are the magic words here, along with the medication which is supposed to make my liver and pancreas less confused. The nurse had more medically relevant terminology for the process. I am really starting to enjoy my walks now, since they involve less huffing and puffing and gasping and cursing under my breath. Or lack thereof. And I have changed my eating habits so that I eat all three meals and two snacks, so it feels like I’m doing nothing but eating all day long. This makes not eating anything after 6:00 p.m. a piece of cake. So to speak.
W has his hip surgery next week. Both of us will be grateful to have that behind us.
Oh yeah….Halloween is tomorrow. W bought enough mini chocolate bars to last us for the next six Halloween nights. He says it is because he hates to run out, although I’m not sure how he knows what that feels like because we NEVER run out. Ever.
Amazingly enough I have not been tempted by them. My taste buds are not grateful for that, but I’m pretty sure my liver is.
Happy Halloween (in case I don’t make it back here tomorrow to say that). Hope you’ve had a great week.
Thanks Laura Bruno Lily for this fun challenge – Three Quotes in Three Days. I not only accepted the challenge, but decided I would also play by the rules! Must be something in the air.
The rules of the challenge are:
1) Thank the person who nominated you.
2) Post a quote each day for 3 days.
3) Each day nominate 3 new bloggers to take part.
This is now your mission, if you choose to accept it. If you don’t, we will put it behind us and never speak of it again.
Eileen at Laughter: Carbonated Grace
Pam at Catching My Drift
Alice at coffee and a blank page
Dad, I’m leaving town for a few days, remember? We talked about this last night. You going to be okay here on your own while I’m gone?
Yeah, that’s copasetic. Far out. Righteous, babe.
So you’re telling me you understand what I’m saying to you? Or we can go over it again if you want.
Hey, don’t freak out. Chill. I ain’t trippin’. Lay it on me.
It’s just a short business trip. I’ll be back on Friday. I’ve left the name of the hotel where I’m staying and the phone number if you need to reach me. It’s all here on the counter.
Wicked. I’m cool. I dig it. I can hang loose. Nice threads, by the way. You are all decked out.
Thanks – I didn’t think you’d notice. It’s a little more colour than I’m used to. You’re serious, I look good?
You look bitchin’. Right on! Boss! Groovy! Clean outa sight!
Good Gawd. Too much weed Dad. You are so stuck in the sixties. It’s just weird.
I’m a fascinating dude, a real gone cat. I cannot lie. Blitzed or not I am always hep.
Okay, whatever. I’ve got a plane to catch. There’s lots of food in the fridge. Make sure you eat. Millie next door says she can pick up anything you need, you just have to ask. She’ll be by to check on you. Please don’t burn the house down while I’m gone.
No sweat. Don’t get hacked. You can split. Go ape. Have a blast.
Right. The cab is here, I’m off. Catch you on the flip side, daddy-o.
Oh man, hey, that’s my girl! Later baby. Peace, out.
Trifecta Challenge Week 109: It was interesting to look at all the new words that officially came into
existence during the last year. Unfortunately, they are so new they haven’t had
chance to get a third definition yet. But after delving into a list of new words
and meanings which have come into English over the last fifty years, you can see
many old words have changed their meaning. There are some crackers. And one of
them is your Trifecta 109 prompt. Enjoy!
a: anything or everything that
b: no matter what : regardless of
Used in questions that
express surprise or
2. (adjective) a: all
b: any ; any … that
Used to refer to something that is not
3. (adverb) Used to show that something is not important
Enemy is a word I don’t like very much. For three days I’ve been trying to think of an enemy to embrace, feeling all smug and lucky that I don’t have one. Yes, I am often in La La Land and oblivious to many things. What exactly does it mean to have enemies?
I looked it up, thinking surely I must have missed the boat here if I can’t be all angry and hateful about something like other normal people. It’s a relativist term for an entity, whether an individual or a group, that is seen as forcefully adverse or threatening.
Relativism is the concept that points of view have no absolute truth or validity, having only relative, subjective value according to differences in perception and consideration.
In other less wordy words, sometimes the enemy is conjured up in our heads when we see life as black and white, good guys and bad guys, friends and foes. Sometimes it’s even a one-sided concept, and our perceived enemies have no idea they’re causing us frustration and grief. And I guess that’s how a person becomes their own worst enemy.
I don’t like this word because when you label a person or a group or a nation as the enemy, you give them power over you, and you set yourself up to become a victim. You begin to see them as the cause of all your problems. They hurt you, and you want to hurt them back in the same way. You hold a grudge and you want revenge. And suddenly you are no better and no different from the perceived enemy.
My parents taught me to be a good human being and to treat people with love, kindness, compassion and respect. Do unto others, turn the other cheek; practice tolerance, benevolence and forgiveness. Do I do all of these things all of the time? Hell yes!
Okay, no, of course I don’t. I try. But I also battle my fears, anger, misjudgments, narrow-mindedness and intolerance. Some days I win, some days I lose.
There have been some annoying people in my life that I couldn’t stand, who irritated the hell out of me, made me bitter and resentful, spiteful and unkind. I never thought of them as the enemy, but I guess I treated them as if they were exactly that. Am I proud of how I’ve acted? Did it make me happy? Nope.
The bad feelings are destructive and counterproductive and even if I thought I was keeping them all inside, I know they affected the people around me. Sending out those bad vibes is never a good idea because they always bounce right back.
It’s always easier to blame than it is to understand. It takes a lot less time to be mad at somebody than to try to figure out why they act the way they do. But grief and hatred and hurt are the enemies of love and happiness and peace. Every one of us is responsible for how we relate to the world around us. Every relationship is an important part of the whole. We think it doesn’t matter much if we hate something or someone but fear and anger and hatred spread until families and cultures and societies are infused with it. Am I adding to that when I let my bad attitude out to play?
Turning resentment and hatred into acceptance and love is a challenge. I have been challenged my whole life. I think I’m finally winning the race though. It took me three days, after all, to think up an enemy. It’s that little voice in my head that tells me it doesn’t matter what I do or how I feel. Because it does matter. Every one of us matters and we’re all in this together. So let’s be friends.
“In reality, there are no enemies; we’re all souls in growth, waking up”
― James Redfield The Tenth Insight: Holding the Vision
We were kids pretending, playing roles
Being the characters, wearing the clothes
Making up stories, saying the lines
There were no limits and no confines
But no matter who we decided to be
You were you and I was me.
Together now it seems as though
Our grown up selves are just for show.
The walls come down, the pretense dies
We see through each others thin disguise
No matter how old or long apart
You know my honne, I know your heart.
We are at peace and safe and free
When you are you and I am me.
Prompts for the Promptless: Honne is a Japanese noun referring to the behavior and opinions someone truly believes in– often displayed with one’s closest confidants.
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