Remember, you can summon the silence
It awaits your command
The world may not always listen
But silence is always at hand
Let the world fall away
Breathe in serenity's sound
Wherever you are walkng
That too is hallowed ground.
May you all enjoy a silent moment today, my dear, dear friends. I love your comments, your thoughts and wishes, cards, but most of all, I love each and every one of you. You have helped me summon my own silence again, and I thank you.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Wild Ride
It's been a topsy turvy week-physically and mentally. Falling a lot prior to surgery due to weakness and lack of potassium. Trying to balance what I need vs. what my parents need to feel involved, etc. Messing up, figuring it out again, getting up.
Elderly people can only take so much change and stress before they crack, and I gave up fighting Mom on certain issues like coming to the hospital, going back to their house, etc. just because it seemed easier on everyone to give in. Bad mistake. When I figured out the right action to take, I tossed my stuff in a bag and came home at 2 am.....leaving a very nice thank you note on the bed. That action seemed to set everything right-they've relaxed, I can sleep and heal.
So, the lesson here is, if you just give on cause it's easier, you are still going to have to clean a bigger mess eventually-there is no time off from that rule for any reason.
I was so glad to be home to my birds and my things and my computer-and so grateful to swallow water and keep it down-and to pee without doubling over and to stand without crashing down and getting another bruise. Hey look, I'm walking-hey look, I can water the garden!
Gory details-BIG prolapse of stomach into esophagus-no wonder. Small prolapse of stomach into lapband, likely from gagging on the stomach in my throat. No lasting damage (can you believe it?) Got everything untucked, the band repositioned, and the hernia repaired.
And here's the the thing-that dreaded hernia repair felt like a sore throat. I'm usually not a wimpy wimp, so I can only conclude that I needed this experience which is why I feared that hernia repair like nothing I've ever feared before.
I've been resting, preparing healing broths from my garden, and thinking about you guys a lot. More later.
Elderly people can only take so much change and stress before they crack, and I gave up fighting Mom on certain issues like coming to the hospital, going back to their house, etc. just because it seemed easier on everyone to give in. Bad mistake. When I figured out the right action to take, I tossed my stuff in a bag and came home at 2 am.....leaving a very nice thank you note on the bed. That action seemed to set everything right-they've relaxed, I can sleep and heal.
So, the lesson here is, if you just give on cause it's easier, you are still going to have to clean a bigger mess eventually-there is no time off from that rule for any reason.
I was so glad to be home to my birds and my things and my computer-and so grateful to swallow water and keep it down-and to pee without doubling over and to stand without crashing down and getting another bruise. Hey look, I'm walking-hey look, I can water the garden!
Gory details-BIG prolapse of stomach into esophagus-no wonder. Small prolapse of stomach into lapband, likely from gagging on the stomach in my throat. No lasting damage (can you believe it?) Got everything untucked, the band repositioned, and the hernia repaired.
And here's the the thing-that dreaded hernia repair felt like a sore throat. I'm usually not a wimpy wimp, so I can only conclude that I needed this experience which is why I feared that hernia repair like nothing I've ever feared before.
I've been resting, preparing healing broths from my garden, and thinking about you guys a lot. More later.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Home and Srange?
I'm home and I'm gettng comments on a post 2 weeks ago. Are you guys playing a joke on me?
All is well, although not without adventure. More later.
All is well, although not without adventure. More later.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
HAW-The House Is MINE today
That woman left really early today to have surgery-said she'd be back tomorrow and I could listen to Toddler Tunes the entire time ------WHEEEEE I'm the Big BOSS BIRD. The Big Boss Bird with some pignolias and peanuts and (bleh) some regular bird food.
Last week she hurt my feelings. I was working on some words and I don't like to be talked to when I'm doing that. She thought I said "Want some fish?" and laughed out loud and asked what that was about. When I got sad, she realized I had been trying to say "Want a peach?" and I know she felt bad, but I felt bad too. YOU try talking with a beak and see how easy it is.
I got extra toddler tune time for that.
I hope this hospital thing does what it needs to do-she's been a boring ball of blah lately. I even miss the slimdogs. Not the sharpest beings, but at least they move around an amuse me and make noise. SHE doesn't-she just pukes and whines and wobbles around.
I keep her confused by calling the parakeets "Fred". When they get rowdy I say "HEY FRED, QUIET". I pretty much keep everyone confused by calling the parakeets Fred. That's why I do it.
Sometimes they try to challenge me to a noise duel. I let them play for a bit, making bird noises. But not for long, not me me me. I puke, fart, belch and sing and flap my wingy wingy wings! AAAAAAAAAH! Yes, that's what I do do do! Hah hah HAW HAW HAW!
I win win win again! Happy Animal Wednesday!
PS-When the woman gets back she says we are going to have to drink a lot of crap juice-so finally things are looking my way! HAW.
Last week she hurt my feelings. I was working on some words and I don't like to be talked to when I'm doing that. She thought I said "Want some fish?" and laughed out loud and asked what that was about. When I got sad, she realized I had been trying to say "Want a peach?" and I know she felt bad, but I felt bad too. YOU try talking with a beak and see how easy it is.
I got extra toddler tune time for that.
I hope this hospital thing does what it needs to do-she's been a boring ball of blah lately. I even miss the slimdogs. Not the sharpest beings, but at least they move around an amuse me and make noise. SHE doesn't-she just pukes and whines and wobbles around.
I keep her confused by calling the parakeets "Fred". When they get rowdy I say "HEY FRED, QUIET". I pretty much keep everyone confused by calling the parakeets Fred. That's why I do it.
Sometimes they try to challenge me to a noise duel. I let them play for a bit, making bird noises. But not for long, not me me me. I puke, fart, belch and sing and flap my wingy wingy wings! AAAAAAAAAH! Yes, that's what I do do do! Hah hah HAW HAW HAW!
I win win win again! Happy Animal Wednesday!
PS-When the woman gets back she says we are going to have to drink a lot of crap juice-so finally things are looking my way! HAW.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
KMAT
I'm going to post my ass up and let you fill in the blanks. Vent away but don't fart too near flames.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Leaving it to Oliver and My Ass!
Got a few things in the que-but will be on hiatal hernia hiatus (oh, that's a good one) till I get back. Surgery Wed. morning-not sure when I'll get out of hospital, but staying at least a night at the folks after that.
I'm ready to do this-and glad it's almost over. I realize there are worst things in the world, but this has been long, painful and annoying. I've fallen a couple of times and my ass looks like it's been whacked on by a couple of linebackers. It would make a good KMAT ass-but I just can't bring myself to do it.
I'm ready to do this-and glad it's almost over. I realize there are worst things in the world, but this has been long, painful and annoying. I've fallen a couple of times and my ass looks like it's been whacked on by a couple of linebackers. It would make a good KMAT ass-but I just can't bring myself to do it.
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