Lost

Went to Albany Med for a biopsy.
Lost in the Infinite Hallways.
Chaplin befriends me on the elevator.
Holds my hand for 30 minutes on the way to Radiology.
Forgot the paper script.
They found me electronically.
Soul found home.
Thyroid found needle.
Ears heard doctor.
Heart found hope.
Angels held me fast
As always.

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Congruence on Wednesday February 19, 2014

Photo by Seth Snap

Had a date to see Leah’s artwork @ 240 Main St. Catskill. Tweaked the time from 10AM to 12 since I had a “meet & greet” with a new doctor @1:30PM.

At 7:30AM, I heard a rumbling vibrate through the townhouse and discovered the gas furnace was not able to switch on. Flailed around for a plumber. Don helped. Two came at 9AM, trouble shot, promised the boss would come later. (He was experienced with my system)

Meanwhile I had to cancel with Leah. Temperature in house plummeted to 50. Dressed in layers.

Couldn’t get out of driveway past the wall of snow. More snow fell. More plowing. Less roadway.

The new Doctor lives on Main St in Catskill. Congruence! She wants to buy my books to give to two of her expectant patients. She’s also a doctor of Osteopathy. Perfected my treatment for Osteopenia. Comes from Long Island. (We share familiar haunts)

The day was sprinkled with art, doctors and the earth colors of the Hudson Valley. None of it was my recipe. It was a “feast of the Holy Spirit”, nutrition for a week.

Today is February 21st, and the temperature is again 68. My finger touches are warm and I can share with you. (Congruence)

Here is a video of my townhouse. Tour it if you wish.
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Health Marathon

Joy Acey wrote this poem posted yesterday on her blog. It brought to mind the day I had yesterday, not rain, but many blue demands on my time.

Rain makes the road shine black.
I listen to the pitt-a-pat.
Dripping from the tree leaves,
falling off the edge of eaves.

On this day, I could feel gray
but the shine on the road
takes the blues away.

Yesterday was a marathon of health care:
1 go to physical therapy for broken wrist @7 AM
(bring fresh blackberries for breakfast)
2 rush to Doctor’s appointment for 9:15 in next town
leave with 4 prescriptions to fill and future blood test
as well as a referral for a sonogram at 11 AM (across the bridge)
Stop at Don’s Doctor’s office to find out his doctor quit and there’s
no replacement yet. Plead with the nurse to schedule a test for sleep apnea,
recommended by the cardiologist 2 months ago.
3 Drink to have a full bladder and then no peeing until the tech has
pressed the death out of it and then can repeat the pressure from hell
after peeing. Wait 3 days until the doctor can interpret the scan.
4 Phone the nurse at Empire to ascertain the meaning of all the red numbers
on the 5 pages of the last lab results. (One hour)
5 Phone my big brother, the doctor, to explain the results of Don’s
colon-endoscopy. ( In the absence of a doctor for him)
Inquire about the efficacy of controversial vaccinations for shingles and whooping cough.
6 Wait 3 days to leave the prescriptions at the Pharmacy. Too exhausted to move.

What did I learn?
Love brother’s care.
Learned how to spell many words about western medical treatment.
Managed my time strategically yesterday.
Cared for my partner.
Reserved procedures for another day.
Self-cared to the point of confidence.
Lived with the resources available in this great country.