Nothing to Do with Sex Haiku
Dance the night away?
Even memories tire me out . . .
Swing’n days are gone!
I follow Phylor’s Blog
She writes beautifully, candidly and creatively about her experience with pain, dis-ease, chronic illness or she describes it: “pain, poetry, bipolar, prose (and a little whimsy on the side)”
Her poem, not only provocative, is so relevant to current research on how our thoughts signal our limbic/autonomic nervous system to create the neurochemicals that tell our “bodies” what to do – messenger molecules that determine blood pressure, pain signals, auto-immune responses etc, etc . . . essentially all our body’s systems.
I don’t wake up thinking today will be
a pain day
a crying day
an angry day
a disillusioned day
an anxious day
a hypomanic day
a worrying day
a backwards looking day
a beat-myself-up day
an inside day
an in-bed-a lot day
I don’t wake up thinking today will be
a less pain day
a happy day
a calm day
a dreams-might-come-true day
a confident day
a stable day
a positive day
a looking forwards day
a kind-to-myself day
an outside day
a mobile day
I don’t wake up thinking today will be . . .
Add a comment to her post: http://phylor.wordpress.com/2013/06/19/i-dont-wake-up-thinking/#respond
Mind Body And Soul
In the aftermath of all health issues imilar situations, feelings, responses occur for all people trying to find the NEW NORMAL after all chronic physical impairments, illnesses and conditions.
I URGE you to read the rest of this excellent post at My Heart Sisters to have a first person account.
Dr Keddy goes into detail about the impact of her unexpected heart attack once back home. Here’s how she begins:
Dr. Barbara Keddy: “It was the worst thing that has ever happened to me and my life has been changed forever. I now have the label of a ‘cardiac patient’. I am a new member of a club I did not want to join and worse, I don’t know the ins and outs of this organization. There is so much to learn and I am dragging my feet as I learn, wishing there was some way to resign from the membership.”
Should I hug or SCREAM
Thoughts can betray, lead astray
No one is immune
I just spent an afternoon in an intensive care hospital unit with a colleague. She had open heart quadruple by-pass surgery. They split her chest open, separated her ribs, stopped her heart, took veins from her legs and grafted them onto her heart.
She had a Widow Maker heart attack – so named because it is usually FATAL.
Listen to what she told me. It could save your life: At first she figured it was indigestion, took ant-acid; thought the back pain was because she strained her back; Symptoms progressed into nausea, fatigue, sweating, (figured something was wrong but she’d feel better in the morning).
When the excruciating pain (as she described it – worse than any childbirth) she didn’t want to go to the ER that night because she was sweaty and needed to take a bath (which she took in the morning before her hair cutting appointment); Pretended excruciating pain wasn’t anything serious BECAUSE she was “healthy”; During her hair cut she felt faint. Her hairdresser said it sounded like a heart attack and wanted to call 911; She refused to have her hairdresser call 911, TOLD HER TO FINISH CUTTING HER HAIR, PAID the bill AND THEN DROVE HERSELF to ER (where they immediately wheeled her into surgery)!!!!!!!
My colleague’s story is NOT uncommon. Why don’t we hear more about Widow Maker Heart Attacks? Most of the women who have them are DEAD.
Symptom in women are different from men. Our Female stubbornness and, dare I say, STOOOOOOOPIDITY has no bounds. (I know. I drove myself to the ER when I was having serious heart arrhythmia)
It’s better to call 911 and be told you’re fine than to die or be disabled for life.
Variations on a Theme
Our minds betray us
into thinking we are more
. . . or less, more or less
Two haiku inspired by
By Ozgun Atasoy
Here’s a tiny preview. Click on the title for the entire fascinating article (well, at least I find it fascinating):
In a Dove soap video “. . . a small group of women are asked to describe their faces to a person whom they cannot see. The person is a forensic artist who draws pictures of the women based on their verbal descriptions. A curtain separates the artist and the women, and they never see each other.”
“Before all this, each woman is asked to socialize with a stranger, who later separately describes the woman to the forensic artist. In the end, the women are shown the two drawings, one based on their own description, the other based on the stranger’s description.”
“Much to their amazement and delight, the women realize that the drawings based on strangers’ descriptions depict much more beautiful women. The video ends: “You are more beautiful than you think.”’
“The evidence from psychological research suggests otherwise! Instead, we tend to think of our appearance in ways that are more flattering than are warranted. This seems to be part of a broader human tendency to see ourselves through rose-colored glasses. Most of us think that we are better than we actually are — not just physically, but in every way.”
“Dove’s premise is wrong. But thinking we are more beautiful than we really are may not be such a bad thing.”
Does it matter more . . . or less?
Perhaps not at all?
A stupid question