I lost consciousness during the movie Monument Men, my response was in no way a comment to the excellent movie with John Goodman and George Clooney.
Thank you to the nurse who stopped to help, you could have walked past but did not. You are a spirit lead healer, blessing to you.
I also understand a whole bunch of medics arrived to assist me. Thank you for choosing a profession of assisting others in need, our entire community benefits from your choice to be in service. Whoever it was who kept pinching my sternum, although I could not respond then, now I am ready to say OUCH!
Chuck took some pictures at the ER, I was sorry to hear that he did not have pictures of the whole movie theater/medic scene, come on, I have a blog here! Next time camera first, 911 second.
I am sure the staff of the St. Peter's ER have to deal with family members who want to be with their loved ones and would just be in the way, but stopping my RN daughter with information about my unusual medical condition from coming in, or at least speaking to a staff member was bad form, leading me to consider a long involved TATTOO with all my medical information.
The ER staff and doctor with no information to go on did a great job caring for me, ruling out all the life threatening things I could have been presenting with, unresponsive, cold and without feeling in my arms or legs. Best of all they let me go home. It had gotten dark and snowed while I was in the ER, the air was fresh and crisp, Heather and Sarah helped me as Chuck pulled the car up to the door.
I am still recovering a week later; my guess is that my arms and legs, failing around willy-nilly got banged around a bit. I still cannot lift my right arm and have pain in my shoulder. Since I had a replacement joint, there is not an easy way to figure out what is happening. Because I draw or felt every day this is a problem. I am trying some left handed drawing and like the loose style this creates. In the moment, I have no fear. I the moment all there is only love.
"I wasn't sure we would be bringing you home this time mom", my beautiful daughter says as she sits on the end of my bed this morning. Life is so precious.
Once again I am being bombarded by very helpful people who are sure they can cure my illness if only I would “try hard enough” and “put the time and energy in to my healing”. I must somehow want to be sick if I do not take their advice.
I started with an idea of carrying around a water gun so I would not have to answer, just aim and fire when I am asked again if I have tried an all juiced vegan noni diet. This might not be the crowd you hang with but I live in Olympia, WA, the capitol of alternative everything. (You would not believe how much pot I have been offered, with the idea if I could take enough I could be completely cured, or more likely I just would not be able to tell…) A special squirt gun blast went to the person who said that everyone is going to die, so I should just stop fainting and just don’t thinking about it. (Squirt Squirt)
For you following my progression on my blog from really nice pastoral Cathy to swearing, in your face, just say what I mean and get ready to be bossed around if you are attempting to provide healthcare. My squirt gun days are over, too sweet, a bit of a joke. So here is the real answer to people thinking I am going sweetly into that good night.
I have had 60 years on this planet honing my skills as a Cultural Creative. I am a strong and courageous woman. Every event in my life, every decision I have made, all the writing and all the art I have done; both published and squirreled away in old journals bits; I am well educated in the very subject of Mind/Body/Spirit connection education and I know without a doubt that all of my life experiences have imbued me with exactly what I need for my healing.
I am a keen observer of life; of children, birds and animals, and living my life in the open hearted and graceful way have all lead me to where I am today. My life experiences are not the cause of my disease, but they certainly are how I have become the clear, focused, loving, funny and clever woman I am today and all of who I am is the direction from which my healing occurs. I have set up the perfect PhD program in advanced understanding of Body Mind and Spirit connection, I have no doubt that I will receiving exactly what I need to know for true cure, not healing.
So Mr. Gluten-free fruitcake with a short stack of colonics, go handle your own body/mind classroom and stay the fuck out of my healing space. I am still going to hold onto my squirt gun for the short answer. Squirt Squirt.
In grace and ease,
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