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|Sunday, November 19th, 2006|
Finally a weekend without responsiblities. A periostitis (inflamed bone) versus stress fracture (we won't know which without unnecessary testing) keeps me from running. Lucas had a birthday party for a few local friends as he may not have one if we are in China getting our daughter. I have my new orthotics so I can use the elliptical without problems (hopefully). I will be entertaining tomorrow for a group of 13 in all, which promises fun. Getting back into an old hobby (onine game) (focus on ONE game) as my current RL game is limited in frequency by multiple factors. Will do a marathon 6/3/07 instead.
Pax et amor;
-X Current Mood: calm
|Saturday, November 11th, 2006|
|Tuesday, October 31st, 2006|
|Running pogress, we have crabs
I am glad to say I have been able to run 12 miles. I couldn't do it without walking half, however, so to be more accurate, I should say I walked 6 and ran 6. Doing 6 tonight
Lately getting a pain in my lateral thigh on the right. I think it's just meralgia parathetica-like pain ... just a nerve pressured by my abdominal girth and all the motion. As I shrink my waistline, it should get better. God help me.
We now have 2 hermit crabs. One has already changed shells twice, the other keeps to his old one. I am strangely drawn to their cuteness. They are cute like Jacques, the character in Finding Nemo. Read the story of the poor man who both did his voice and one of the penguins in the recent production.
Pax et amor;
-X Current Mood: overworked
|Monday, September 25th, 2006|
Ran Saturday a whole 2.6 + 5.3 = 7.9 miles! Ack, this was more than the 6 that was scheduled, because I neglected to arrange proper pickup during a long run. My bad.
Tonight, need to do 2.5, which will be short and sweet.
I couldn't believe I didn't really hurt after Saturday. Strange. I always thought it would be so hard, but it seems that keeping to the schedule and not overdoing it are the main points.
Pax et amor;
|Thursday, September 21st, 2006|
Ran 3 miles in 41 minutes... was able to read this time while running at 10:00 P.M.
Pax et amor;
P.S. "Move Along" is a great song even for grown ups,
We put Molly to sleep Thursday. She had some head & neck cancer that was pretty aggressive and untreatable. She was 9. Pictures of her better days hopefully to come to this site.
|Wednesday, September 20th, 2006|
Going to Phoenix in January to do it for Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.
Need to raise funds, too.
About to do my nightly run.
|Tuesday, September 19th, 2006|
|Thursday, May 4th, 2006|
man comes in for foot problem.
has crusting on most toes.
present since using dowstairs box shower exclusively.
comes off with alcohol in office.
accumulated dirt from not being able to properly wash feet in shower stall too narrow to bend down.
why do I love this kind of work so?
pax et amor,
-x Current Mood: annoyed
|Sunday, April 30th, 2006|
|No car, rapid travel
We are getting rid of the Benz, which now needs a $1200 complete steering system. I'd rather bike and get a "One less car" T-shirt.
We are officially told by the agency we will go to China in JULY! We are so glad to be going to get our daughter so much sooner than planned. Thanks to he lovely and intelligent future mother, though we began our application in March, we have moved quickly indeed.
More on that later.
Stone wall is going up. Great exercise!
Pax et Amor;
-X Current Mood: ecstatic
|Wednesday, April 26th, 2006|
|Run, Give Blood, Make reports
My medical director had a rough weekend, it would seem. He drove to NYC Friday, Ohio Saturday, and back here Monday before work, rounding out roughly 1000 miles. I asked for a ride home at 2310 hrs last night (11:10 P.M.), and he looked upset. "I'll do it..." he said, followed by squawks about his wife waiting 2 hours to have dinner since 9:00 P.M. I said, "Don't worry about it, you aren't my only option. I've got it covered." I ran home... 5.4 miles... 73 minutes, arriving at about 00:45 or quarter to 1 A.M. Good to wear running shoes to work! Not even sore today, and don't know why. Maybe because I took it so slowly. The last run had been about 5 miles on Easter Sunday in Peabody, MA.
Gave a unit of blood today in only 6 minutes (average 6-10). Hematocrit was great at 43%. Stephanie (phlebotomist) made it go easier... light touch and a good sense of humor. Want to do it again 8/1/06.
Filed this report with FDA today regarding the 3rd person I'd met with a similar experience on certain medication:
Due to time constraints and lack of appreciation of any connection which might exist between the following events, I never reported them. Now, I wonder if this is a known problem, or whether it would be a new scenario for the FDA if I were to make an official report of the below:
In 2004, a female 35ish patient with bipolar disorder and insomnia taking AMBIEN reported having shopped on eBay overnight after falling asleep with AMBIEN in her system, but not knowing it until SHOCKED to receive (days later) multiple mailed packages of her clothing selected in her size and taste.
In 2005, a male 40ish patient with bipolar disorder and insomnia taking AMBIEN reported having painted rooms various colors overnight after falling asleep with AMBIEN in his system, but not knowing it until SHOCKED to arrive downstairs in the morning, to see the rooms painted.
In 2006, a female 25ish patient with bipolar disorder and insomnia taking AMBIEN reported having binged on pure crystallized sugar overnight after falling asleep with AMBIEN in her system, but not knowing it until SHOCKED to find a cake form with a spoon in it somewhere in the house, with spills of sugar throughout the house.
Isn't that bizarre? I think it causes sleep without ridding the mind of manic tendencies, and then erases memory of the events that occur while "drugged" from its effects.
Expect to hear more on our adoption, plus blacksmithing, stonecutting, and wall-building. Current Mood: Bizaare
|Friday, April 21st, 2006|
I finally ran on time this week without cutting any important discussions inappropriately short, and without being short with anyone.
Thank heaven for caffeine!
Pax et Amor;
-X Current Mood: happy
|Sunday, April 9th, 2006|
They live near a duck pond and a park. One male green-headed mallard-derivative black-feathered duck has odd tastes in female fowl, and has shacked up with a white goose. When anyone walks near their nest, he stalks them. If they appear cow-able (will cow to his threat), he attacks. Completely bewildered area residents frightened out of their wits are often seen running away, chaased by a pecking duck in flight. That was until now.
Our friends have a cute little boy, who will soon be five. Normally very outgoing and eager to explore, he occasionally recoils like a turtle into its shell, tucking in his head in a fetal position. His older sister, came running into the house to report to her mom that "Something terrible has happened to G!" Fearing the worst her mother dashed out. Kicking off her unwieldy shoes in order to sprint top speed (former marathoner here, duck beware) towards her son's cries. Scurrying forward through the yard and down the embankment to the creek below, she arrived, puzzled, to see her son sitting down in the creek in a hunched position, with a struggling black shape beneath him.
It seems the attack duck had come near G and tripped him. After tripping, he landed on top of the duck in the middle of the creek, frightened to have been attacked and puzzled as to what to do next. He was curled up, in a fetal position, and bawling. Fearing that if he stood up and tried to walk off, he would be attacked, he remained in the uncomfortable detente. Mom to the rescue. I wonder what the poor duck must have thought. Do they remember the time when they were in the egg? Was the interspecies interracial duck reassured or frightened? We'll never know.
Pax et amor;
X Current Mood: Merry
|Tuesday, April 4th, 2006|
|Monday, March 20th, 2006|
|Lent: New arrivals, opportunities, Iraq peace demonstration, and (lack of?) empathy
Lent: I've given up being vegan for a bit. Had cheese Saturday, meatballs Sunday (Subway parmesan sub), and chicken today. To give up a discipline seems to be an unusual form of self-deprivation to some. I feel am physically suffering for the sake of expediency, much like the person who lumps it in terms of their own well-being in order to have more time for their kids. I am ridiculed by many for appearing to become more hedonistic in a time when most spirituals look for self-deprivation in order to transcend the mortal coil and remember what our spiritual leader did for us. Denial of the self, one might think. Some call this a month of Fat Tuesdays for me when everyone else is trying to become more in touch with their spiritual side by way of sacrificing something. Yet I feel I am sacrificing my longevity, health, and good conscience for the ease with which others might have fewer stumbling blocks. I will uncomplicate their lives a bit. Today, a nurse manager was able to just order what everybody wanted for lunch, without having to consider my personal diet. Tonight, I was able to have chicken soup at home for dinner without my lovely bride having to wonder (especially for me) what else she could prepare. She says, "Don't do it for me!" But part of me wants to, in order to uncomplicate things for others, and stop putting my needs first all of the time. Doesn't that in some way follow the letter and spirit of the traditional Lenten self-denial? I think it does.
We will be having a baby girl... I was able to communicate planned adoption from China to several key people in my life, with a few notable exceptions. To all of the rest of you, that is what's happening, so consider yourselves informed!
I may have new oversight into a county health department in the vicinity. Another wrinkle, but not an altogether bad one.
We had several really nice get-togethers over the weekend in NJ.
One of my peacenik (I'm so there) relative(s) sent some neat photos of a peaceful peace demonstration of the number of U.S. Iraqi casualties (2300): http://cards.webshots.com/invite/pickup/113808733zOlt/album/548752558JrcxUZ
I'm so conflicted on how to make peace last and how to make reasons for conflict go away.
A patient in pain came to me. She cried due to pain. She wanted relief. I sent her away without changing her medications at all, but got her an appointment in two days with the type of surgeon she needs. I'm baiting you. I already have her on tons and tons of methadone (which she tells me she had to unilaterally increase this weekend with the new pain). What problems she has relate to back problems and a painful cyst on an extremity. I saw her a month ago and told her to see a specialist (I gave a type of doctor, rather than a name). She claimed she had started calling around all of the surgeons and no one would help her or take her insurance. I had given her the exact specialty to use. She says now that the transportation was a problem until a few days ago, when the pain got really severe. I always feel I'm being manipulated with her, although her tears are real and she has suffered some really horrible losses. I don't play the game anymore, and come off feeling like I'm a total heel, but I'm hoping it's for her own good.
Pax et amor;
-X Current Mood: pensive
|Saturday, March 18th, 2006|
|NYC, Pink Panther, First Castle, Central Park, St. Patrick's Day, Armor, Katanas
Went to NYC yesterday. Walking with 7 year old L, we started with the Pink Panther. What a funny and stupid movie. I must say I had to just let go and enjoy it, or I'd have been annoyed. One woman in the theater, rather than taking my approach, looked very annoyed and said, "Oh, for heaven's sake." I thought she was mad at me for not keeping my little guy's questions to an infrequent whisper. He asked questions every minute or two, interspersed with phrases like, "He's so stupid I can't believe it." That about summed it up. Later, apologizing to the obviously irked New Yorker perturbed by the presence of a typical child, I was surprised to hear, "Oh, it wasn't him at all. I was just so annoyed I'd spent my money on it." If it weren't for L's enjoyment, I'd say, that about summed it up. My Friday 12:40 afternoon show ticket: $10.75. His: $7.00. Raisinets, soft drink, bottled water, Star burst chews: $13.75. Popcorn: $3.45. His laughs: priceless. He talked about it for at least 24 hours and said it was the funniest he'd ever seen. Just wait until I rent him the original movies! Current Mood: happy
Walked 1.9 miles from 1998 Broadway to 1000 Fifth Avenue through Central Park, stopping for pictures at the Belvedere Castle. 2 hot dogs ($2.00 each). L loved the castle, enjoying the tower, a blind turtle that walked around on the floors, and being "Knighted" by the park official.
Pictures coming soon.
Made it to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Stopped first at a table where this talented young man makes sculpture from forks www.fork-art.com . He's apparently from Schenectady, NY, about 3 hours from where we live.
We then watched several minutes of the St. Patrick's Day Parade of NYC walk by down Fifth Avenue, something L had never witnessed previously. Video to be included soon.
Finally, we saw the armor and katanas part of the Met exhibit. Also, part of the Robert Rauschenberg exhibit, with this picture of a stuffed goat: to be insereted soon.
We walked back to our parking at 161 69th Street, or another 2.04 miles, minus the detours for the parade.
We learned the new expression, "My dogs are barking." And boy were they were happy to see us when we got home.
Pax et amor,
|Thursday, March 16th, 2006|
|Comments make me happy; I'm in NJ
I'm happy some folks have started making comments to my blog. It's nice to know people think about what you say and have responses.
Made trip down to NJ to visit everybody and make some announcements at some point.
G, my relative I know only online, has neat ideas and psychology interests. Email me privately if you want to learn more. Much of it is about how attitudes affect perception, i.e., blame of poverty's victims versus society's ills, etc.
|Monday, March 13th, 2006|
|Misuse and Abuse of facts and ideas
Beyond Chutzpah is one Jewish political professor's views on the misuse of history and abuse of anti-Semitism. http://www.normanfinkelstein.com/content.php?pg=3
Be interesting to know what others think of this.
Having all kinds of interesting things happen to me.
My son is adapting to some potential changes coming his way. Teaching him German words by sticking labels to common everyday items (kitchen, stairs, ...)
Met up (online) with a pleasant relative I didn't know and haven't met yet.
Can't believe how low the Bush Administration can sink.
Have new events in lives of patients with which to process and connect.
Will likely soon be having a new (better) nurse at work.
-X Current Mood: mellow
|Sunday, March 5th, 2006|
|Overall Purpose of what I'm about in this blog
Learning is an amazing thing. Just that it happens is a great thing. This blog has been changed in a freeing way, to some extent, by removing identifying personal data from it.
This journal is for people to learn about what goes on in my life that affects me.
Part of this is professional sublimation of the traumas I witness.
Part is sharing joy in the world around me.
Part is a soapbox for my personal beliefs and opinions.
Part is to hear what the readers say in response.
Part is to examine my life in a way that gives me insight into others and into myself, and in a way for others to reflect what they see back to me in I way I might not have seen otherwise.
Part is to have a living history of my life somewhere out there in a form that can't burn down with my house. Yes, I selfishly wish to be remembered in some way to which others may refer once I and those who have known me have passed beyond the veil of this mortal coil. N has her art for that. With this, I hope to give expression to what it means to live this life I lead, if only imparting some fraction of the realness, tenderness, and emotion with which her art speaks of her existence.
Pax et amor;
X Current Mood: pensive