A Place To Ponder
Thought that I had better change the subject. It seems the other scared everyone off.
Ivy, this is for hubs:"A new study from research done at Stanford University is proving that the ability to play a musical instrument helps the brain fire at faster speeds" I found this when I was trying to google some research I heard reported on the local news last night about how using lots of multimedia can ruin your brain. Still haven't found any info on that study yet.
That is a really beautiful picture of what your river looks like in the morning. Must be wonderful sight to wake up to.Carol, I enjoyed your post yesterday, as well as your and Ivy's comments. I just didn't have much to add to the conversation (It was a rough day), and I tired out early.Have a great day at work today! I'll check back in later.
I posted one last item on the "orb thread" before transitioning to the new one. Around here you can't assume because a thread is "old" that it's done. Carol, I will share that with hubs. He's been practicing hard for a "gig" on Friday. 'Da boys were here on Sunday and they're coming back on Thursday. Hubs got invited to come hang out with Taylor's Hicks' band. He can't fit that in now, but he was excited to be invited.
"Dust if you must, but the world's out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come around again."Ivy, I brought some of your words of wisdom that you left on the last thread over to this one, because I liked that post so much, and we need a reminder.I also liked your advice, that "'A house becomes a home when you can write 'I love you' on the furniture.' 'Great stuff on that thread ladies!
Glad you're home, Carol. Long day around here without you in the house.:)
Ivy, How do you know Carol's home?
Ivy, It's quite a coincidence (there's that word again!) that I slipped over here, at about the same time you did. I just addressed a post to you over on TM. And I should have said Hi, before I asked you a question. I just thought I was missing a post from Carol. There goes that bluntness I'm capable of, again.
That's what I was wondering too Chloe. I guess she has ESP.
Carol, You're are leader! Does it feel like a big responsibility? Or is it just like one of those classes you taught, and we're you're students. :)
That's not what I was talking about when I said blunt Chloe. It's more like, did you forget your makeup today?
I wouldn't be surprised if she does have ESP. Ivy, do you? :)
That's too much responsibility for me!
I know. But when you're blunt, you're blunt in all ways. And I can be, sometimes skipping the niceties and going straight to the point.I was going to tell you the other day, when you said you're a fast talker, that I'm a very fast talker too.
Well, You're stuck with it now. :)
Ivy must have moved on. We need that darn GPS.
I can't believe I said you're 'are' leader, instead of our. I think that I may actually be getting a Texas accent. lol
Where's Solar been? Haven't seen any posts on the TM today.
Let's go over to see if she's at TM.
Texas accent is good.
I don't know Carol. I think maybe he's working a lot, like you originally mentioned.
Carol, Now that you ask, I don't know...I guess I felt a "presence."Actually, I'm sure I just messed up and read "Carol" instead of "Chloe!" I think I have some of that ADD you've mentioned. Chloe, I'll check out your question on TM. Do you want the answer here or there?
It doesn't matter Ivy. Either's fine. I have 3 or 4 windows opened, including TM, as we speak.
Ivy, I've noticed myself, a lot of times, seeing what I expect to see.
I wanted to know also.
Carol, What I really love about your site here, is that it's like having a walkie talkie. Very instantaneous.
I have to feed my animals, and do a few things, then I'll check back to see what you guys have said.
A state trooper stopped me on my way home. A friend, who is always trying to keep me organized, asked me the other day when my inspection sticker expired. I didn't know so I went out and looked. It expired in Feb. 09 For the last two weekends I have been trying to get it renewed. First a tail light was out. I went to get that fixed but they didn't have the bulb. I went to an auto place to get the bulb but they didn't have the tool I needed to change it. I went to another place to borrow the tool and get it inspected. Their inspector was gone. I said, oh hell with it. That was two weekends ago. Last weekend everything mysteriously worked so I went to get it inspected and couldn't find my insurance card. Today I got my insurance co to fax me a copy of my card and on my way home from work a cop stops me. I gave him my song and dance about really trying to renew it and threw in that I worked for The Sheriff's Dept. He laughed and let me go. I went and got my new sticker. I went for 7 mos with that sticker expired and no one noticed but when I try to get it taken care of a cop stops me. Weird
I pass lots of cops everyday but today I must have had that, my inspection sticker is expired, look on my face.
I'm trying to reach over dogs in my lap to get to the keyboard. After a whole week back home, the pups have decided they trust me enough to want to sit with me again. In fact, they're vying for attention and trying to push each other out of the way to get to me.
Chloe, Thanks for asking. The short answer is no, I'm not an attorney. Numerous courses and workshops,and lots of experience working with them, however. I thought about going for a law degree, but I settled for a master's. It's hard to say I had one job specialty because I wore too many hats for that. But developing, administering, communicating, and trouble-shooting in-house health plans was a major part of my job.
What is your degree in Ivy?
Carol,You were posting about the diversity of nursing profession the other day. I am reminded that I come from a line of nurses, my grandmother, my mother and one of her sisters and most of my mother's friends. In fact, my best life-long friend (since we were 11) became my friend because first our moms were hospital colleagues. So health-care talk was always the talk I grew up with. Our kitchen was an emergency clinic in the days when neighborhood moms brought their sick and injured kids to our back door because the hospital was too far to walk. It set the tone for me in many ways, to balance professionalism and the "bottom line" with concern for the needs of patients. I tried to carry that into my career of writing and developing health plans, and most of all, helping employees to understand how to USE them. Carol, when you set out a topic, the pondering goes on...
That's what pondering is all about Ivy.
Goodness, I think I misplaced a post...if a duplicate shows up, I apologize.Carol, Master's in Business. Not an MBA, but a master of arts (had to check the diploma to be sure, lol)
I wish I had some business smarts. Maybe I wouldn't have lost all my money. I have moneyophobia.
I have to run up to the hospital to visit a friend who had her hip joint replaced today. She is the friend I need to share your dust poem with Ivy. She will probably be up cleaning her room.
Carol's GPS blip is moving south.........
My late father-in-law groused about the stinkin' pelicans flocking all over his dock after the fish were cleaned and their guts tossed back into the water. I said, Dad, if it weren't for the pelicans, you'd have to clean up that mess yourself. Thank God for pelicans. lol
Carol, I will be interested in hearing more about your friend's hip replacement, if you are free to share. I hate to think about how much less fitness-walking and related activities I do because hip pain has side-lined me. Actually, I'm not sure if it's coming from my hip. I have a check-up next week and have to decide how much whimpering and whining to do. I was raised to suck-up-the-pain. What got your friend to the point of surgery?
Ivy, Be completely honest with your doctor, and if the pains bad, make sure you tell him just how bad it is. If he doesn't follow through on the tests, etc. in order to diagnose the cause, then complain some more. Carol said once that doctors are really consultants, and I take that to mean that we need to do our homework and get involved in our own care and treatment. The only thing he knows about you is what you tell him, and if you don't stand up for yourself, who will.I'm going to go read, it's been a busy couple of days, for some reason. Hope to see you both tomorrow. Maybe Solar will even drop by for a visit. Night.
Have a good night, Chloe. The battery must have run down on Carol's GPS monitor, we can't seem to locate her. lolGood feedback and suggestions, Chloe... Hubs and I go to the same doctor(male), and it seems his aches and pains get taken more seriously than mine. After pondering, I think another issue is perhaps less the "sucking up" of any pain I feel, but more inclined to deny I really feel it. That makes it more difficult to convey to a third party, whether it be hubs or the doctor, what it is I feel because I don't know. By the time I figure it out, I'm really impaired. Makes early intervention rather difficult. More to ponder...
Carol,I made a cpl of post, hope that this one goes thru, was thinking of taking a little break. I do have a little bit of work, but I can't take all of this H C talk for much longer.....he sold out and that is it for me.....Ps. I love the morning sun coming up more than anyother scene that mother earth can give us: I used to wake up, or not go to bed, just to see it.......as you know, I not religious at all; but I am very spiritual.
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Hi guys. I'm back and ya'll have probably all gone to bed with your books. My friend wasn't feeling too well but it's what I would expect the first day of surgery. My friend had a tumor in that hip joint about 20+ years ago. It was benign but I think taking it out left the joint damaged. She also had been working as a lab tech for 30+ years, standing on her feet for 12 hours a day.Yes, you need a doc who LISTENS. Nothing more important than a thorough health history. Skip that and the rest is a waste. Back when they found her tumor, her doc wasted a year because he didn't listen to her. I told her that her pain was hip related. Her doc heard pain in butt and evaluated her low back, found nothing and she went another year before going back. I told her to go back and tell him to look at her hip dummy. He did and found the tumor. Lucky it was benign. Yes, some male docs don't take women as seriously as men. Might want to find a good female doc. Women do understand women better. Solar, I think the trend now is people are moving away from religion and more to spirituality. We are all spiritual beings and ignoring that aspect leaves us off balance and open to dis-ease. Personally I think neglecting our psycho-social-spiritual needs more often contributes to our dis-ease. And medicine wants to focus on the symptom or pathophysiology and ignore the major factors that are causing the problem. Fix one problem and another one just crops up and this goes on and on and on.
Carol,A trend might have been a good way to describe it, a few years back: With all of the sciences coming together now, I would call it education......later
When my inmates come in with headaches, abdominal pain, etc, I ask them first what going on in your life right now besides being trapped in this hell hole. There is usually some other mental trauma going on. You can treat the physical complaint but you better help them deal with the other and help them to recognize it's contribution to their symptoms. Even someone coming in with a heart attack or stroke. Have them tell you what has been going on in their life over the last 6 months. It will be significant. Cancer, check that out. Many have been giving and giving and giving,all their lives, to everyone but themselves. They have to develop cancer to get a break and a little attention for a change.
Carol, those inmates are lucky to have you. Very lucky. You are a rare person in their world. Some may try to "get over" on you (i.e., stickin' it to the man) because that's all they know, but I'll bet more than you know are fully aware of how special you are, a healer of both the physically and spiritually infirm. Thanks for sharing about your friend. I hope she'll mend quickly.
Thanks Ivy. The one who are genuine often thank me for caring. The ones who aren't, leave saying,"that bitch". I just smile either way. All inmates are someone's mother, father, sister, brother, child, etc. Hell,sometimes we have the whole family in there. They came to a fork in the road and took the wrong path. That path looked easier at the time....To some it is a humiliating experience, to some shelter from hunger and the elements, and to some it's like summer camp. To me it's never a dull moment.
Some of them got to that fork and didn't realize there was another path; some made a split-second decision that turned out to be the wrong one; some didn't ever know what was happening.
You are absolutely right! The one's that are really scary are those who had one drink over the limit, got in a totally unavoidable accident where someone was killed, and now are facing a prison sentence. That could happen to almost any of us.I had a woman this week who that happened to. She told me that she is already facing a life sentence. She really didn't resent the year or so that she got. That didn't much matter to her. I thought, I'm glad that alcohol doesn't agree with me.
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