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To All U Kids Out There in Grown Up Clothing
re: #8: So true, but...we still get to work at home! That's worth everything. I happily mix my two lives, working while watching Top Chef with the hubby, or between loads of laundry :)— April 23, 2010 8:53 p.m.
Getting The Check
44 and 45 are smart posts, and tiki's got it right--but to get a little existential: we all know that it is virtually impossible to escape surrounding oneself with that which is of one's own making. So we've amended it to the good things of one's own making NOT stuff like glassy-eyed stares and number machines, and Social Security agents, so a change of vibe? Hells yeah. ;)— April 23, 2010 8:41 p.m.
Is This Thing On?
Ditto on #2. "Charrette" is also connected with carters and handcarts in French. A more amusing definition of charrette: "de charrette langage" in French means "course language." ;)— April 23, 2010 8:30 p.m.
Begged for His Life
That's unfortunate. I'm finding medical marijuana to be very helpful with an arthritic condition, but am not sure what goes on around a dispensary, as I've not been actually in one. I did meet the owner of one, and she was a lovely, genuine person, who promised to get me some easily digested "whole food" powder, and to show me modified yoga. I understand this may not be the norm :)— April 23, 2010 7 p.m.
Getting The Check
"i never trust offices where there are no pictures on the walls" Well put as per usual, nan! :) This is fun. Should we add: ...Or where there are a lot of glass doors,... ... or a LOT of chairs. ;)— April 23, 2010 4:52 p.m.
To All U Kids Out There in Grown Up Clothing
A little intro to the videos?— April 23, 2010 4:46 p.m.
Dorian Hargrove suffers life-changing skateboard accident
(cont) As for us, the patients? More patience with ourselves and our bodies as we struggle to recover from what challenges us medically, is what we need to work on. Dorian, others have already remarked that you possess the self-awareness necessary to working on any behaviors you want to change, and that your writing is still excellent, gripping, and enviable in structure and style. You do also seem aware of the challenges your caretaker/nurse (wife) go through as well, and as long as you work together as a team, you'll be alright. Aimee sounds as wonderful and constant as my man has been. We are lucky folk to have such partners, for in the end, they are the only ones who are privy to our sad acts of self-doubt and frustration attendant to our struggles toward wellness. I wish you much love and recovery on your way there.— April 23, 2010 3:15 p.m.
Dorian Hargrove suffers life-changing skateboard accident
Dorian, Your descriptions of your time at the hospital in some part mirror my own--it seems that the sicker and weaker you are, the less they consider you as a human being--and so, the less they communicate--you feel like such a piece of offending meat. When I read of you suddenly back home, and afraid to touch your head lest you touch your brain--I want to cry. That is just the kind of thing that "Dr. Shiny Shoes" and nursing staff should have talked to you about--multiple times. Hospital staff need to learn that there is a need to teach the patient about his/her condition--it is part of this being human--the need to understand one's condition (read last word in italics :) Frustration with such issues, in part, actually started me writing a blog here on the Reader, as "Mercy Inpatient/Mercy Outpatient," though I have not written extensively of my time in hospital over the years, battling chronic illness. I found my blog to go in a different direction than I initially intended, and that is perhaps for the better, as I would not want to bore or alienate the friends I've found in fellow bloggers on this site. ;) But seriously, when I say that we need some renovation of bedside manner and patient education in our conceptions and practice of healthcare, I don't at all want to downplay the wonderful things hospital staff have done for me. I've written letters of thanks and given gifts to nurses who have gone beyond what others consider to be their jobs; the nurses who have sung with me, stayed to chat when they could have gone home, who were more attentive to my levels of pain meds or simple physical needs. There are also some great doctors out there, and some have written books to explain the transformation they experience of their ability to feel empathy for patients, and their struggle to keep some feeling of the individuality of the human in their practice of medicine. More empathy, and more patience, along with a refocus on education of the patient is what they need to work on. Someday, I might be moved to write something more focused on this topic--and maybe it will be something you will incorporate into your program to reinforce awareness of the necessity of the helmet?— April 23, 2010 3:14 p.m.
Begged for His Life
A friend with weed, a friend indeed. A very very dumb friend.— April 23, 2010 2:19 p.m.
Two poems by Nicanor Parra
Exactly, Grant. Sharp eye! There is also a lot of naive sexism in the poem--startling, really, though Neruda's been known to write in a vein of brash machismo. It's like, ok, let's--if you must--quash naive the romantic notion of the privileged, decadent Romantic poet, who may, via "solitude," ponder death and her troussoir at HIS leisure, but replace it with awkward avowals of socialist 'togetherness...' Though I wrote this as a young'un, I think my image of the mother and child's unthinking modes of solitude, and of seeds germinating alone were more than poetic--they are true. And I meet Neruda's image of the reader writing the poem (always a great--and yes, true--thing;) with the image of solitude nesting in the brain of each individual in the moving crowd (under each "cap"--like solitary breakers on the ocean). Enough, I don't need to add even more narcissism to the mix by explicating my own work! :)— April 22, 2010 12:54 p.m.