The TMI

 February 13th

This is the random blog I don't use often. To keep some things off of my happy blog, here I am.

Today I am going to briefly write about the medical procedure I had.  It was routine, took some dietary prep, and I'm writing this partially so that I will remember next time.  If you don't want to read about medical stuff or IVs, find a different blog.

Eleven years ago I had my first colonoscopy.   The doctor implied that my colon was in really good shape for a 50 year old and I didn't need another one for ten more years.  I don't remember much about it other than that.  I kind of blocked out the uncomfortable part of the prep.  Later that day, my boyfriend and I broke up, so that was a thing.  

Jump forward to last fall when I learned about other family members and their colon polyps.  I was told that I needed to schedule my next colonoscopy.   At that point, it was scheduled, just not for three more months.  I'm not great at keeping up with all the regular appointments, but I do try.

Anyhow, here we are at this week.  I've had major anxiety leading up to this procedure.  I did all my prep, I thought correctly but I did have solid food a little later than I should have.  For whatever reason in between all the known side effects to the prep I was somehow filled with energy.  Looking back, I wonder if it was a way to let go of some of the stress, but there is no answer to that.  The nurses were surprised when I told them and speculated that I was hydrated and that had something to do with my energy.

Then came the time for them to put in the IV.  Instead of being hydrated, I was maybe dehydrated from the end of the prep and they couldn't find a good vein.  Two nurses refused to even try to poke me.  A third nurse tried, twice before giving up.  Apparently I broke her good streak of not missing.  The next person to try was the anesthesiologist.  He got in.  Yay!  At least that is what we thought.  I got rolled into the operating room and they started putting in the drugs to put me to sleep and I'm like, when is this supposed to work?  And so another IV was inserted, this one worked.  Real YAY!  I was out.  It took five medical professionals and four pokes to get the IV in.  

When I woke up I learned that I had one polyp.  Not a perfect result, but it could have been much worse.  Couple that with my family medical history and my next colonoscopy will be in three years.  

Sort of tangent... My mom had a cousin named Shirley.  My mom would joke that she had Shirley's kid (me) because we had some similarities.  One of these was dry skin, another latex sensitivity, and for a while I also had some interest in the medical field. Shirley was a wonderful human being.  After my mom passed I helped care for Shirley.  Well, not care for as much as take her to doctor's appointments and try to take notes and advocate for her.  Honestly, she didn't usually need an advocate.  One of the things I had to do was make sure they used the right needle when trying to draw blood or insert an IV.  

Shirley, I love you dearly, but I didn't want to inherit your veins!  🤪  

Helene

 Bel, Corvidae and I drove through Riverview, Tennessee about a month ago.  We saw that there was destruction as well as repairs being made due to Hurricane Helene.  I chose not to take any pictures.  This time, I took a few.  Bel and I can't decide if things look better because there is more green, or if there has been improvement.   I'm sure there has been some improvement.   Hopefully, things will continue to get better and high prices won't stall the rebuilding of communities that were changed due to this hurricane.

Stay safe.

Hands Off

This is NOT my happy blog.  Read at your own risk.  Or just look at the pictures.

There are many reasons for me to dislike the current administration.  Fear is at the top of the list though.  I fear for my friends and family who are discriminated against to the point of needing to fear for their own lives.  I fear that I will not be able to vote in the next election because I am female.  I fear the prices rising and my inability to afford things like food.  I fear that the little bit of money I have in my 401K will dimminish as the market fails.  I fear that people are disappearing and they shouldn't be and I could be one of them.  I fear the closing of National Parks that could become strip mines, oil fields, or dumps.  I don't want to be a part of the country that we seem to be becoming.  I liked the way it was headed... maybe ten years ago?  

I like the things that were fought for.  Things like gay marriage, women's rights, the Constitution, freeing slaves, Social Security, National Parks, education, civics class, democracy, and so many other things. 

Somethings that made impressions on me:

• A woman was holding an anti-abortion sign.  Some people were chanting at her, "My body, my choice."  She had some help leaving.  I'm not sure why she was there.  She seemed too timid to be alone in this particular crowd.  I felt a little bad for her.  But not as bad as I feel for the people who have that kind of fear just surviving.  The people who have fear just walking down the street because they are different in one way or another.  Like the legal immigrants who are getting their visas taken from them.  Or like people in the LGTBQ+ community.  But still, perhaps someone should have instead asked her if she was lost?
• The amount of people older than me that remember the 1960's and the things the nation fought for that are now threatened, as well as the veterans, and the young children.
• A sign that read, "You can't spell Felon without F-Elon."
• Some people were holding American flags upside down.  I'm sure they have reasons, but I find it disrespectful.  I want my flag back.  Every republican that displays it as if it is a flag of the party rather than the country also disrespects it in my opinion.  It is the flag of the United States of America.  It belongs to ALL the people in this country.  The men, women, trans, intersex, straight, gay, Jews, Hindus, Pagans, Christians, etc.  

If I disappear, this may be why.  Thanks for reading.  

panorama

Hey, I'm an introvert!

Stay safe!!  ☮

Randy

Six years ago today a dear friend, Randy, ended their life.  He will always be missed by family and friends.  I often speak to him when I take down or put up a pavilion.  Other times too, but there is something about camp set up and take down that brings him to mind.

The weirdest thing happened, my Randy's name showed up in a word search game I played today.  The game is called Strands.  It is wordsearch but the letters don't have to be in a straight line.  Certain words solve the puzzle.  Other words can add up to earn a hint.  Randy wasn't an answer, but a word within the puzzle.

Another weird thing is that I kept hearing my name being called at work, but it wasn't.

Then this song popped up while I was scrolling.  It mentions hearing someone call your name.

That is all.

The Loss of a Streak

This post is me decompressing over the loss of my step goal streak. It is a little disjointed.

For about 988 days I put way too much emphasis on obtaining my 10,000 step a day goal. How do I know this? I am feeling rather broken now that I have lost the streak. It started when I went from trying to obtain 10,000 steps a day to accidentally realizing that I had done it for a week or so to molding my life around getting that step count in. It lasted over two and half years and I’m lost.

I’m also realizing that this obsession I had with the step goal might be why I have found less and less joy in going outside for walks. It has become all about the number and not about the experience. I’m taking a step back, so to speak, to think about the reasons I let myself get to this point and to rethink my goals.

Pacing around the house to reach the goal did just that, it allowed me to reach the goal. It wasn’t a way to be happy while reaching the goal. The goal had become work. And not good work. I had been considering ending the streak, but I wasn’t ready to. I know I wasn’t ready by the way I feel today, the day after. I’m trying really hard to look at the positives and they are starting to show themselves.

Last night while attempting to reach that goal my foot started to hurt. I kept walking, even jogging some to try to get there. I’m not an athlete trying to win a medal, I should have stopped. This week I will do my best to recover from the psychological crap I have been putting myself through because of this goal. I want to focus on self care in a more positive way. The end goal shouldn’t be the amount of steps, it should be how healthy I am feeling and how happy I am to get there.

All this said, I tend to do well with having daily goals to obtain. That is one of the things I have learned about myself. In this case, I believe, I let the goal be more important than the journey to get there.

Grief

In December of 2021 a young man named Steven passed away. Steven’s Mom (TF is what I call her in my blog) and I are close friends and have known each other since around 1998. We met as homeschooling parents and our children were good friends while I lived in Texas. Steven and my daughter played together then as did my son and Steven's little sister. We were only in Texas a year before my family relocated. Steven's mom and I kept in touch, intermittently at first, but with the wonders of modern technology, now we talk a few times a week. We even have a gaming night. This post is about Steven and grief.

When TF was trying to do things to prepare for the funeral she wanted stories. I'm not a good story teller, I try, but the memory needs to be close and I am seldom really good at reading people. Still I tried to come up with something. Then I asked TF what Steven's favorite childhood book was. When she told me, my first thought was, "Of course!" followed by, "I knew that." Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak is a classic children's story about childhood adventures, imagination, and love. Like the boy in the book, Max, when Steven was a boy he was full of energy. He could be found doing gymnastics, running, or up in a tree. He could also be found running up a tree to do gymnastics on a branch. Creating a wild rumpus is what he enjoyed doing.

Also like Max in the book, Steven had an imagination. He used his imagination to spin tales and to have adventures. He was a great story teller. Two years ago I visited TF and Steven told me a story of one of his adventures. He told his stories with his entire being. He was passionate and expressive and he could draw you into his story. He also used his imagination to better himself including starting his own business.

I don't know what happens when we die. I do know how the rest of those that a person touched and loved are left behind to mourn. There are so many feelings and many of them never go away. The sadness and emptiness eventually fade some, but are never gone. Everyone processes it differently and in their own time.

I don't know what happens when we die. For Steven my hope is that this kind, gentle, and loving young man has left the earth to have new and wondrous adventures in his afterlife.

A song about grief.

My Year 2021 in Review

It is the time of year that brings on contemplation for the year we are saying goodbye to and hopes for the new year that we are about to meet.  When the year 2021 began some things I had hoped for were to downsize more and write poems. 

Zed and I spent all of Lent going through boxes and recording our processes for YouTube.  This made me accountable for more than just myself.  I did get rid of a bunch of stuff; I still have so much to do.  I learned a bit about video editing and burn out.  The box a day thing was doable for those 46 days of Lent.  Towards the end I just needed it to be over.  I was going to take just a little bit of time off and start again, I didn’t restart.  I have gone through more boxes here and there, but that momentum is gone.  I was unemployed then and I am not now, but that is an excuse.  I know my life would be better with fewer things and I need to work toward that.

As for the poetry, well, I tried a little at the beginning of the year but that just really didn’t happen.  Maybe I will start that again… no one should be holding their breath for that.  

The above doesn’t cover 2021 though.  The year began with Bel and Folke living with Zed, Keziah, Gideon and myself here in New Hampshire.  They are now spending time with Bel’s dad in Texas, working at making their bus a mobile house so that it can become a home.  There are other people who are staying with us now as we try to help family and friends get through rough patches in their lives.

We are all another year older. 

I’ve been able to check off visiting some of NH fire towers off my bucket list.  

With the Covid pandemic still looming over us, SCA activities have been limited.  We did get to a few events and are planning for some going forward.  I miss this part of my life, but I don’t know what to do when I am participating now.  This skill of being with people is hard.  It always has been for me but it is getting worse with the pandemic.  

Gardening happened but the groundhogs won.  If I garden this coming year, I am hoping for better.  The fence is still not complete; finishing/fixing the fence and raised beds will be the first orders of business.  I’m still working on getting plants going in the cellar.  

Since August 13th of 2019 I have managed to reach my 10,000 steps a day goal.  I believe I maintained my daily happy blog for 2021 every day as well.

At the beginning of 2021 my friend, TF, and I started trying to hold each other accountable for our goals and weekly maintenance.  We have been forgiving and gentle with each other and it has been good.  

People are still being born and dying.  I haven’t met any new babies this year.  Some deaths, however, have been close to my heart.  Crying/grieving is important.

At the end of 2019 we adopted two cats.  In the middle of 2020 we also adopted a dog.  It has been a pet filled year and we are still learning how to manage all the animals.  We love them and although it was iffy for a bit, I think we are keeping them all.

As I attempt to lean into the year 2022 I want to make new goals and plans.  I start and then tumble as I think that the reality will not turn out as hoped.  I want to say that I will write poems and travel more and get all the downsizing done.  Perhaps if I just try to use my time more wisely, these things will happen anyway.  

My wish is good health to all.  May you prosper in the ways you need and love deeply.

For 2022, my daily blog can be found here. As I write this, it is still under construction.