Saturday, February 7, 2009
Well, they called it Asthmatic Bronchitis. I felt a little wheeze on Saturday, then by Sunday it turned into a bullfrog. By Monday I dragged my sorry ass into the office with the gravelyiest voice I've even had and I'm not prone to laryngitis. Tuesday, I thought about going in to work, then called my doctor. She said "come right in." This is what it's like to have an MD that's "off the plan." Very little reimbursement, but she sees you when you're sick, gives you the shot herself and her assistant administers the nebulizer tx which I apparently needed. Plus antibiotics, prednisone by mouth :-O and an asthma inhaler. I'm not asthmatic. My godchild said, you were right when you said that when you get sick, the worst thing that can happen, does happen. Sixteen years ago a herniated disc turned into a spinal cord injury, last year a simple procedure for gall stones turned into Pancreatitis and when I was in my teens, allergy skin tests turned into anaphylactic shock! I'm feeling a little better, now. Still a little wheezy. I've never even heard of Asthmatic Bronchitis. I wonder what the implications are.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Ground Hog Day was one of my favorite holidays ever since I was a child and I believed such things. The winters were cold and snowy in Ohio and by February I got really tired of them. So the promise of a shortened winter was all I needed. Punksatawney Pete (sp?) lived in the neighboring state of Pennsylvania and a big deal was made on local TV stations. So today I hope he doesn't see his shadow and here's to a shortened winter. BTW, speaking of woodland creatures, I'm sounding like a Bullfrog since Saturday.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
As a young feminist in the early 70's I heard about other women dropping out and moving to rural places to live on 'womyn's land.' This was the separatist branch of the woman's movement and considered to be quite radical. Although I got quite radical at times, I was also involved in the 'gay liberation movement' too and also coming out and living in a big city where I could be myself for the first time in my life, so moving to the woods had no appeal. (I had just-like a bear-come out of the woods!) Also these communities seemed exceedingly doctrinaire-I had run into some of their residents while attending a conference in the Midwest, and didn't feel comfortable with what I saw. I was more liberal and felt more comfortable in an urban setting. I just came across this article in Joe.My.God's blog and will link it here. It's from the NY Times and shows one of those communities that has survived and the article compares it to a Catholic Convent in it's aging process :-O It looks like a very nice place. Maybe it's time to move to this naturally occurring retirement community... Womyn’s land survives!