Thursday, November 18, 2021

Why?


 "And, there's nothing you wouldn't want to change on your body?" She asks incredulously. 



As if someone being perfectly comfortable with their physique is not a real thing. And by "She" I mean all of them. The collective she. Probably the "hes" too. Is anyone truly happy with their body and all the things that lie within? Where is the separation of physical - emotional - mental - spiritual? Is there a line?

I'm always met with such skepticism. Disbelief. I am hiding something. I am in denial. I am not being authentic or truthful with either you or myself. So much so, that I often wonder if she isn't right? Am I unhappy with a body part? Am I ignoring some inside itch to be someone else? Have something else? Secretly hope to not have some glaring blemish - as generally perceived by the outside world? 

Sometimes, I feel my thoughts are so different, and so against the grain, that I have to ask myself, "Am I crazy?"  When all parts of me feel so whole. Right. Comfortable. ...and fluid...

There is no permanent part of me. Not even my life. Ever changing, evolving, experiencing, withering, growing. We are so, so, so fluid. Like the water I lived in. Love. Enjoy. 

Are there things I might change at this exact moment? Sure. Like anyone, I can come up with a few imperfections. Are they things that I believe I CAN change? On my own? With the right training, research, discipline? Absolutely. I've always known I can accomplish anything -yet achieve nothing. In completeness. 

You do know, perfection doesn't exist, right? 

I've long since made peace with the proverbial mechanical hare. The moving target that I will never reach - and like our little Italian Greyhoud, Tater, who oft caught his prey then instantly panicked with a yelp: "wtf do I do now!?" - I think I would simply do the same. Where do I go from here?

Unlike, what I've observed {from what seems the majority} of my fellow man, I don't have a lot of arbitrary desires. If I want to change something, it's for a specific goal. Ideally, a multifactorial gain. I regard time & energy in the highest esteem. Don't spend it unwisely. 


"To what end?" Is my genuine, nonjudgmental and deeply curious reply.

Such a terse reply. I'm almost not allowed to ask it. So often she reacts with defensiveness - We are supposed to be unhappy with ourselves! You are doing this wrong - She whispers to herself.

If changing something about one's physique whether by diet, exercise, weights, surgery, injections, beauty products, supplements produces a result that fulfills a dream, a goal, a desire - please, don't ask permission. 

Don't seek acceptance for something so personal. Even if it's simple. Goals don't have to be lofty. Life altering. Goals are for you, and you alone. 

Don't misunderstand me, they can include others. You can want to be a better partner, mother, doctor. This will affect others, but it's still an individual change, desire, want.

It's all individual. To be the person you want to be is all up to you. It's inside of you. There's nothing initially external that will help you reach your goals. Improve your esteem. Get you a job. Nor a joyful relationship. And, the first stepping block isn't to change what you think society wants you to change. It's not to be like someone else. 

It's to be like YOU. 

And to become and live the most genuine "you" is to continually, truthfully, honestly and repetitively ask yourself the scariest of all questions: "Why?"  Over and over - until you get to the very core of your desires.

Why? Why do I want to change?

Or don't I?


Friday, September 24, 2021

The Hidden Art of the Lollygag.

George comes up to me one morning in the midst of the school and work readying frenzie and says to me, "I just don't get it. Mitch is the first one ready everyday AND he gets to play video games for like 30 minutes every morning. It's like he just wakes up, gets dressed, eats his breakfast and then sits and plays video games until we leave for school."


I say, "Right. That's exactly how it works. He gets up, does all the necessary things without dilly dallying or distraction, then gets more time to do what he wants while still getting out the door on time. What part do you not get, George?"

He sort of looks at me like I'm a crazy person as he fiddles with a cereal box, searching for a pen to do the maze on the back of it, with no shoes or socks on, and says, "I don't get it because I don't dilly dally!? I do the same thing as Mitch, but I don't have the time to play video games!"

And, I just laugh. "Bud, you are literally messing with a cereal box and telling me a whole, long, drawn out story about how you don't get how you don't have the same amount of time as Mitch, INSTEAD of actually just putting on your shoes and socks."

He laughs. "Ugh. Ok! I know! But there are so many more interesting things than just getting ready for school". He says using air quotes and deep change in inflection.

"So, you do get it then?"

I honestly can't offer much advice, as I suffer from the same affliction as George. Lollygagger's Syndrome.

In fact, I'm writing this "just real quick" before I go on a walk then eat lunch then continue planning our 20 year high school reunion then planning our weekend events - including Mitch's 8th birthday party - while also sending in all the meds and finishing all the charts from the morning and fielding texts from work, home, friends and family all during my 2 hour lunch break. (Before you get all amazed at my time management abilities - I WILL NOT accomplish even half of this. Especially, now that I'm typing.) 

Meanwhile, my lovely spouse, Matt is Mitch. I'll head up to bed 20 minutes before Matt with nothing to do but brush my teeth, change into pajamas and go to bed...yet, he ends up in bed with all these tasks completed before me, every time. Every time! I mean, the man simply finishes his routines, functions, projects, etc without distraction. So, I get it George. I really do. 

The thing of it is...I rarely regret my lollygagging. It sometimes {rarely} produces lovely, creative writing pieces. It most often results in plans for a fun weekend or evening. Or brightening someone's day {I hope} because of a silly photo or meme I've passed on to them via text. 

I run into kids, parents, teachers, family alike, and occasionally I'll get a "you won't believe what Mitch did" or a "I have a funny story to tell you about Mitch" or even a "love that kid" comment regarding Mitch. But I almost ALWAYS get these types of comments regarding George. 

Don't get me wrong. Mitch {and Matt} are awesome dudes. I love them more than anything. They offer many, many things that George {and I} do not. I truly could not select a preferred personality type. 

All I know is...for entertainment and procrastination purposes, you want George and I on your side. If you would like to *actually* accomplish your desired goal...bring in the other guys.

And thus, concludes, my somewhat pointless ramblings but chosen afternoon distraction activity for the day.


Saturday, March 13, 2021

Sedona.

TRAILS:

Devil's Bridge: Very cool, if you want to walk out on (or get a picture standing on) the bridge, you want to do this on a low traffic ay (like middle of week) or slightly poor weather. Otherwise, you will be waiting a few hours for the pic.  

Sunset we drove up to a spot that gave 280 degree views, very pretty, don't know the name.

Soldier's Pass: This is an awesome hike, and you can make it as long as you want (lots of trail break offs). This is where you can climb inside a cave, and also see the 7 sacred pools.  Possibly me favorite.

Fay Canyon Arch: We did this in the afternoon when we were sort of exhausted, short and easy.

Church in the Rock: So many people recommended it, I felt it was meh. Very populated, despite rain.

Cathedral Rock: Most advanced climb that we did. A bit nerve wrecking in spots, but definitely worth it. Very cool views at the top! Also THE MOST busy location be far. So, again, middle of week or bad weather is best bet. 

Birthing Cave: Super short hike, but a really cool little spot. You could also rent a bike and do the SUPER long trail around it. 


Soldier's Pass


Devil's Bridge

Fay Canyon

Soldier's Pass

Devil's Bridge

Church in the Rock

Sunset

Cathedral Rock

Birthing Cave

Soldier's Pass

7 Sacred Pools (Solder's Pass)

Birthing Cave

Cathedral Rock

Cathedral Rock

Solder's Pass

Fay Canyon Arch

Soldier's Pass

Devil's Bridge

Devil's Bridge

 We ate at this awesome little Brewery, Sedona Beer Company - highly recommend!!

Gerardo's for a nice dinner was fantastic. 

Secret Garden Cafe had very fresh, yummy food. 

Creekside was the best breakfast place we patroned. 

Dinner at Hideaway, had no complaints there either. 

We ate a few other spots, but they were definitely replaceable. 

Sunday, February 14, 2021

Parachutes, not Oxygen.

Begin rant.

For the last year, I've tried so so so unbelievably hard to remain PC (if that's even a thing anymore). Supportive. Make lemonade out of lemons. Urge people along to follow "guidelines" (despite feeling these guidelines were poorly constructed, short-sighted and even inappropriate and devastating at times). 

I'm losing patience.

After a year of consoling patient after patient, slowly crumbling from the anxieties of this pandemic, I can't help but get increasingly bitter. 

This vaccine roll out, has really put me over the edge. And, probably not in the way you think. 

I'm not bothered by the lack of organization, the inherent chaos, the bottle-necking, the wasting of vaccines and the inability to get this vaccine out to our most vulnerable. I KNEW this would be the case. If you are shocked, at all, by how the distribution of this vaccine has gone, then you are truly lying to yourself daily about our country, this government and the world really (because, I guarantee you, no country has gotten anything "perfect")...which is what brings me to my true beef: humans. 

I 100% agree with this tiered system. The absolute first people to get this vaccine should be every FRONTLINE health care worker and any human employed at, caretaking for or living in a long term care facility. I capitalize FRONTLINE, because I do not view anyone in controlled outpatient settings, the subspecialties, the chiropractors, the physical therapists, etc as "frontline". They're close, very close, and should be top of next tier (along with teachers), but they are not the ones directly treating known positives, they are not the ones potentially getting it nor spreading it at the rate of those working inpatient in the hospital. 

This vaccine, and the subsequent recommendations on distribution rolled out, and suddenly everyone is clambering for it. Do I qualify? Can I get it? How do I skirt the system? The most oft cited slogan I've heard to justify this behavior has been the "You put your oxygen mask on first, then you help those that may not know how."  And for some, I believe that to be true. I'm on forums full of selfless, bleeding heart primary care physicians who all begged to give their dose to one of their patient's that they knew needed it much more than they. 

You see, despite the rhetoric out there, that this "virus doesn't discriminate".  "Healthy people get it too." It does discriminate. It still very much does. There are clear groups of people that are more devastated by this pandemic than other groups. And it doesn't take much research or even much more than simple observation to figure out who these groups are. But, in case you struggle on this front, I'll list some groups for you: minorities, wage workers, unemployed, morbidly obese, those over 65, the uninsured, the homeless.

I'm going to let you in on something that should be obvious, but I'm no longer sure it is: I am not one of those groups - and I'm willing to bet, if you are reading this, neither are you. 

I'm 38. I'm in (what I consider to be) excellent health. I have top of the line health care benefits, as do my children and husband. I recently had Covid, and as we statistically expected I would, I had a mild case and full recovery. I work in an outpatient environment, surrounded by healthy, fully insured co-workers, and mostly "healthy", insured patients. My patients are "healthy" because, they ARE SEEING A DOCTOR. They have healthcare. They may have diabetes, high blood pressure, autoimmune disorders, so on and so forth, but we are MANAGING THEM!!! 

For me to have taken a vaccine in the past 2 months would not be putting my oxygen mask on first. For me to take a vaccine would be more likened to grabbing a parachute and jumping out of the plane before I even asked if there were enough for everyone on the flight. 

In more plain, and potentially triggering terms. It would be selfish. 

That's my beef. The answer for so many, is simply to get this vaccine. To finally get a pacifier to stop all the crying about the virus. How scary it is. How it's interrupted life. Made you stay home, and not travel, or see friends or family or loved ones. How it's increased anxiety and depression and suicides to an all time high. How devastating it is in every sector. How horrible other people are because they have flown on a plane. Or eaten indoors. Or hung out with friends. That we are infringing on rights by requiring reasonable protocols (such as masking, distancing, etc) How horrible our government is, and how they botched EVERYTHING. Give me, give me, give me, give me. Take. Take. Take. Take. 

Where is the accountability? I'm not talking big scale accountability. I'm talk small. Really small. I'm talking about YOUR accountability? Are you getting a full 8 hours of sleep? Are you eating well? Drinking well? Exercising? Caring for your mental and physical health? Putting yourself in the best position possible to beat this enemy? THIS is putting on your oxygen mask first. Or are you sitting around and asking someone else to do this for you? Biding your time, holed up in your home, waiting for someone to give you a handout so you can grab that parachute and hop right out of this godforsaken airplane of a pandemic?

Besides the islands (which are playing a whole different game) the most successful countries at combatting this virus also happen to have the lowest BMI average. They have universal healthcare (I'm not getting into a debate here either, I don't mind some healthy competition/capitalism, I'm just pointing out some commonalities). And more intrusive governments. 

The opportunities for you, personally, to reduce the devastation of this pandemic have been at your fingertips this entire time. And you either chose to use those fingertips to point at others. Or you made the best of it, did your part, assessed your own risk levels as well as risk tolerance, followed appropriate guidelines, supported who and whatever you could and continue to patiently wait until your turn for a parachute comes up. 

I know, I know, I can hear the counter argument now. 'What else were we supposed to do? We could get or spread the virus.' 'Some people don't believe the virus exists'. And, yes, in many ways these are valid concerns, thoughts, statements. Everyone could not go parading on as if there were no virus, but some of us HAD to and HAVE to still. And those of us who have the age, health and means on our side should have done this, as we are the lowest risk group. We would likely survive an exposure (from those behaving as if no pandemic), and we potentially have the knowledge to identify highest vs lowest risk of exposures and navigate this smartly. Were there and will there be casualties along the way? Absolutely, it's a pandemic!  In the time of hunting and gathering, the strongest always went out and faced the dangers of the elements - the weather, the predators, the terrain. Did we send out our strongest? Or did we sacrifice the "little guy"?? Had we sent only our strongest, would our numbers be as stark and devastating?

I want to clarify, I don't think I've done it all "right". I've made missteps along the way. To err is human. But I happily went to work everyday, trudging through the unknowns, to care for people. Though I probably interacted with more people than some feel "safe", I limited my encounters with others by the thousands. (Easiest example I will use is last year, between Thanksgiving and Christmas, I hosted or attended 17. SEVENTEEN holiday parties with more than 20+ people in a small indoor space, sharing food. I saw part of a few of the sides of my family this year). I wear a mask everywhere, with zero complaint. I did not fly anywhere until I felt I was in the safest place possible in regards to immunity. All of my decisions were fully informed, with intention and also with the knowledge that I have testing available as well as deeper knowledge about disease and it's spread than the general population.

I have no doubt, we are finally on the right path. That things will truly look up from here in many, many ways. I am so thankful for this. But, I fear that we might have gone through this whole entire pandemic, slaves to media and propaganda, and never really learning anything for ourselves. Or looking inside and asking yourself, really, really asking in a very deep and complicated way, am I part of the problem? Or part of the solution? 

To me, there were no simple solutions. No simple decisions. No one human, family, household that is alike. We all have and had very different roles in society, in this pandemic. Embracing our role, performing it to the best of our ability and supporting those from all walks of life is never the wrong decision.  And as we see our herd immunity ever expanding, we need to be more understanding than ever, that all are not equal. 

End rant.

Epilogue: In 30 days, I do have a decision to make about this vaccine. And because of my line of work, it is considered an oxygen mask type scenario. I don't want to be spreading virus - though, that's the biggest bugger of them all - supposedly, this vaccine ONLY protects me anyway. And doesn't actually decreased my ability to spread it...??? Soooo that's like a whole other rant in and of itself!!! Heaven forbid we get vaccinated and go to a restaurant or retail store, you know, to start supporting our local hurting economy - and by economy, I mean other humans trying to make a living. All of this makes me want to give my dose away to someone who really needs it EVEN MORE!! Argh!


Tuesday, January 26, 2021

It’s Not You.

 When I ruptured my Achilles’ tendon, I had about the smoothest medical experience one can have. I ruptured it on a Sunday. I had an appointment Monday first thing. I had surgery on Friday. Everything went as well as it could, no complications. I woke up from surgery and voila! I was on my way to recovery.  

A perk of being a native Kansas Citian, in the medical field, I {sort of} knew the anesthesiologist. The surgeon came highly recommended by his partner, who happened to also be my friend. I laughed in the pre-op area with the nurse, because she went to my high school and we knew each other, plus many mutual friends. My comfort level in my care could not have been higher. But, I’ll tell you what. Even with the best case scenario for every single step of my path to recovery...the whole thing SUCKED. Do not recommend. 

I cried briefly in the Pre-op room. It’s lonely, and isolating. They don’t allow your loved one back, and I had to strip down and sanitize my body. Waking up from anesthesia is the worst (for me anyway). My blood pressure is all over the place, as is my consciousness, and man! Did my ankle HURT. If you follow me at all on social media, you know I whined for weeks. Weeks and weeks and weeks. Months really. If you know me in real life, you got more whining, in the form of texts. Emails. Conversation. It was miserable. I was miserable. My husband was miserable. Again, do not recommend. 

In all this whining, I don’t think it ever once occurred to the surgeon that my agonizing. My displeasure in my current life and situation. My new and awful personal hardships...had ANYTHING to do with him and his surgery performance. Why would it? How could it? He didn’t force me to play pickle ball in shitty tennis shoes the day after a holiday spent standing in wedges. He didn’t have anything to do with me being fat and out of shape. Nor is he old enough to have anything to do with my genetic make up, that might have precluded me to such a fate. He’s just the guy with the skills who is trying to help me make it through this patch. 

So, why, I ask, are teachers taking anything parents say about how difficult, awful and life-altering virtual or hybrid learning is, personally? Did they create this virus? Did they shut down the schools? Are they the reason we parents are stuck home trying to suffer through our careers while herding our children? 

Because, as far as I can tell, they are the surgeons. Trying to make the best of this horrendous and impossible situation. They are the ones altering their plans to try and educate our children. They are on call, working around the clock, constantly having to maneuver through this. Some of them are parents themselves! Muddling through both sides. They are the trained professionals in which we entrust a huge part of our children’s’ future. And though, not unlike my surgery, the process is painful and long and unforgiving through this disaster of a year, we know it must be done. And frankly, because I complain about everything, I’m going to complain about the most difficult moments. The quarantining, the electronics failures, the emails. Oh my. ALL THE EMAILS. 

Parents and teachers are a team. We must be. We always should have been. We actually have the exact same goal. And the administration has the toughest job of all...trying to keep everyone safe. Educated. Maybe even happy (content might be a better word). We all have a common enemy, and it’s a pandemic. Literally every member of this team is on edge. Has been since March. Nearly a year. 

So, I implore everyone, parents and teachers alike, to take a step back. And a deep breath. And realize, we are in this together. Like it or not. And it sucks.