It has been a whopper of a week. That is a mild understatement. I'm always conscious that it can change in an instant..........and often does.
It started on Tuesday with a pain in the left side of my neck. Being a denier, I just thought I had slept wrong on the pillow so thought it would be gone the next day. It was not. In fact on Wednesday, a busy, busy day,
I was having a hard time looking to the left. Ironic. So, my solution was to stand in the shower under the hottest water I could bear, and point the shower massage on my neck and left shoulder as now the pain
was not just in my neck but radiating down my shoulder.
On Thursday morning someone, who is a new acquaintance, posted the symptoms leading up to her mother's heart attack on facebook. Holy moly. Was that a swift kick in the posterior. I was on the phone with the doctor's office, got an appointment for within two hours and was there waiting for him in 1 1/2 hours. I must admit, which is silly, it did not occur to me to go to the emergency room even though I was in excruciating pain.
So, Dr. Barrera, who has been my acutely wonderful internal diagnostician now for over 10 years, quickly
checked everything and said, no, no carotid artery stuff and then checked my neck and assessed that those pesky vertebrae in my neck that are crushed or whatever, had a flareup. As always, he was correct. So, with a series of five cortisone shots, I'm on #4 today, I'm pain free. Even in my knees and hip! Ojala. Pain free is a big thing for me as I live with chronic pain.
So, this saga will become history. It's probably time for me to bite the bullet, fly to Texas next spring - April, May, and think about knee replacement or whatever and get rid of that. Possibly even see whatever kind of doctor you see for neck and spine deterioration. I might become the bionic blogger...........or not!
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Moving on. I have no photos on this blog today. I think since Friday night we have seen enough visual images that even a beautiful butterfly might be too much. I have not had the TV on since CBS Sunday Morning ended and have no intention of having anything on, but instead, listening to Mother Nature outside with chirping, zipping hummingbirds and soft, quiet butterfly wings.
As I have thought and thought about the actual people who make up the terrorists, it appears most are in their mid to late 20's. Obviously from their countries of origin, most have grown up in war torn, bombed out areas seeing the deaths, first hand of family, friends and others too numerous to list. Anger is one of the stages of grief. I know. I've experienced it at more then one time as I worked my way through over sudden deaths. I luckily had beauty to surround me, family to love me and friends to support me, but it does not appear to me that these terrorists have much other then their anger and thoughts of revenge to sustain them. Sadly.
I wonder what would happen if they could be transported, individually, to a village of tranquility with beauty and kindness. Could they heal? It would be a long process, and, I know it sounds simplistic, but now several countries have been bombed to oblivion and that certainly is not the answer. Maybe its time to back up and think of the human being who is part of all of this and how to save them, one person at a time.
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Nature has always been my salvation. Whether its watching the cloud formations or the storms coming over the mountains, whatever, it is mesmerizing and leads to meditation and reflection.
This morning I heard what I thought was someone chopping down a tree outside on the road. But, I knew that could not be the case. There are no more trees outside the perimeter of this property. Just low blooming bushes.
Finally, I went upstairs to look out the window. No, no one.........and then I turned around to see the brightest, most beautiful orange bird with stripes of black on its wings, pecking on the window in the living room. Like a woodpecker, it was SO loud. I've never seen this bird before, but it was persistent. Even when it saw me, it kept pecking. Possibly it saw its reflection. Who the heck knows? But, for me, it was
a gift. A gift of surprise from Mother Nature to remind me that after all is said and done, we can find beauty
in the tiniest of creatures. Especially when we are open to it.