Walking again! Well sort of. I have new regard for anyone who has ever broken a bone. It is hard to believe that I have been recovering from this since August 12!! Thank you, wheel chair, walker, scooter, cane! Thank you to the rolling desk chair that got me from my car to my home before the wheelchair arrived. And thank you to my good right foot that provided support and balance while the left foot did nothing...for months! Friends and family were there every minute and my neighbors were amazing. I am a changed person for all of the kindness that was lavished on me. I know I will walk differently as a more caring and helpful person...kind of a born again helper and reacherouter. Just gotta pay it forward..one step at a time.
Last night I met a woman who has chronic leukemia. She is on medicine that keeps her alive. For $8000 per month! When her Cobra runs out she believes she basically faces a death sentence because she can't afford the meds and she can't get insurance. This election is important, people. I challenge Mr.Romney/Ryan to tell me what will happen to this lovely lady? And please don't tell me she should get a loan from her parents - they've already lost everything material. They don't want to lose their daughter. She is thirty years old.
A long time ago I watched a teacher use this "trick" to help a student remember her spelling words. I share it today for all of us who occasionally struggle to keep numbers or names in our aging and sometimes unreliable brains, It works - at least in the short term. I am not aware that it is a copyrighted or patented method - but I do know that someone invented it.
1. Become aware of where your eyes go when you are trying to remember something (letters, names, numbers etc.) You will see that your eyes almost always go to the same place...maybe upper right, lower left..everyone is different.
2. Once you have that awareness, visually/mentally create an empty rectangle in that space. That is your memory box.
3. When you come upon something you want to remember (maybe a phone number, or a new name) consciously put that something in your memory box. (I visualize the numbers as I "put" them in my memory box.) Once you "have it" there, "look" at it in your mind.
4. When you want to retrieve that number, "look" at your memory box (move your eyes in the normal memory direction)- and...(hopefully) you will easily retrieve your information.
5. Of course the memory box is probably short term - so don't try to overload it with too many things.
6.Sorry, but it only works if you can first remember that you have created a memory box!
Google gotta love you...but darn it's become a challenge to blog or comment. Maybe I have it figured out, but maybe not. I have missed being able to comment on blogs I have read everyday for years.
Trying again as I am sidelined by a double ankle fracture and a huge pink cast. Surgery aside, it has forced me to slow down, way down, and stirred a great compassion for my smart active mother who never complained about how hard it must have been to live the last two years of her life in a wheel chair, and my vivacious and funny aunt Annie who used crutches from age fourteen on due to a rare crippling disease.
I have been touched by the calls and cards, the folks who show up with food and offers to get me out of the house. I am stunned and daunted by the challenge presented by my front steps and the sweet curving path to the street.
Every day I am stonger and every day I realize how blessed I am. Every day I give thanks that when I fell down the interior stairs in my house, I had my phone with me. And everyday I am grateful for baby rivers and boyfriend who jumped in the car when they got my call, kept me talking as they drove, and called 911 when they realized I had passed out. I am a very lucky girl with a big fat left foot.
It really makes me happy when Baby Rivers is happy. She now has a special guy in her life who makes her smile. A lot. AND I really like him! He is smart and funny and so kind to her, and to me! He has good manners, a good job and he can fix things. He likes to help this old lady. His mama raised him right. Yay.
I have been going to the same dentist for about fifteen years. My daughter recommended him because he was cute and charming and his office was interesting. My daughter was 22 at the time and impressed by cute dentists.
Dr. Dentist now owns a high tech practice that takes up the top two floors of a downtown building...and he is still the only dentist. He and all of his assistants wear carefully placed tiny microphones and earphones to keep things running smoothly. While a the technician was prepping me, Dr.Dentist was talking quietly to someone in another part of the office and at the same time making sure that I was comfortable and ready for the procedure.
I wanted to be upset that maybe these people were distracted from the most important patient (me) but actually they were giving me very good care. I wanted to complain that the white white walls, fabulous art and views of the city were a bit over the top, but really...it was more like the serenity room at five star spa.
I wanted to be annoyed when I had to wait twenty five minutes for the anesthesia to take hold, but when they brought me to a comfy lounge chair in the roof garden, gave me fresh a white blanket and offered me all of the current glossy magazines and a choice of music, I just gave up on complaints.
Dr. Dentist likes art, beautiful architecture, impeccable design, gardening and comfort. He also really likes saving teeth, advanced dentistry and technology. He has invested time and money in learning and implementing the latest in dentistry, hired great people to work with him and created an environment in which he thrives. I walked in today with a broken tooth and I walked out with a crown fully fit and fashioned and seated - in one visit. No need to return unless there is an issue, and there should be none.
It is a far cry from the one chair dentist who yelled at me as a child and filled my teeth with giant gobs of mercury. Dr. Dentist is still pretty cute.