My dear Joon...

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Re: My dear Joon...

Postby shireling » Sun Jul 08, 2018 10:38 pm

Duane came into my room early, saying that he wants to go to the doctor.

His back hurts, and I gave him some of my migraine formula aspirin. It helped the pain, but as the morning wore on, it turns out that he's been having this pain for months. Months. Gets up with it every morning. Just when he was going to let me know, well he just did. So, I'm calling first thing tomorrow.

He's had kidney stones in the past, and this looks like that again. It's the same spot on the right side as last time. It's our anniversary on the 9th, and we had plans; he still wants to go out, but I can't unless I can get him in and seen first. We were going to get seafood, but now I'm thinking Mexican - with a big ol' glass of cranberry juice. I just want to get him seen before we do anything. Why he does this, I don't know. He'll have something going on and I'll be the last person to know. Not that he tells anybody else either. It's just that two of us find out there's a problem, and there's an order to this. He's first, I'm second - and last. Before the doctor.

On the other side of me, Amy had a birthday. She is officially 13, as of sometime this week. I got it narrowed down to the 1st or 2cd day of July. So this means, curfew at 10, inspection before she goes out, and no boys until she's fifteen. She agreed, just as long as I keep her in salmon-flavored treats.

I am so glad I didn't have a daughter. As butch as I am - which is not all that; I don't own a pickup. But I don't wear makeup, and I don't like dresses. My mother tried so hard. I had perms against my will and this one blue dress with a white scoop neck at Christmas, the Christmas after my 11th birthday. I was so cold in that thing. I kept trying to pull my head into the collar, like a tortoise. But there was no collar. The scoop went from the top of my sternum in front, to the peak of my shoulder blades in back. It had a back zipper. And she kept slapping me, and telling me to straighten up. God, it was a nightmare.

It was my dad's company Christmas party, that was the reason for the dress-up. Both Bev and I got jewelry boxes from the Santa Claus, which were really beautiful. But I hated that dress with a passion. It is funny though, because I did go through a Goth period when I was 14. Foundation an inch-thick, red lipstick, black shadow, and nobody said boo about it. I was a sophomore in high school, having started first grade when I was 5, so I guess it was treated like the phase it was, and I soon outgrew it. It's a shame we don't do that more with kids.

My 'diet' is going well. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. Of course, I'm not going to be able to do this all the way to my goal - at some point something's gotta give. I bought the strawberry flavor and just had the supper one an hour ago. No more when that's all gone :P . It was okay for a change, but I've got two more days of it and I want it over as quickly as possible. The vanilla's not bad; it makes nice creamer for coffee and tea as well, but chocolate is the staff of life...

Duane brought up the 'finger incident' over lunch. He thought that my trouble with the Bane have spilled over to the wife, but the wife in some ways has been worse. How you can be kind to a person's face, and then contemptuous to them in front of others - I've always been at a loss. I just never brought her up. I stopped attending Ruhi because of her. "Well," he said. "Abdu'l-Baha wouldn't have given her the finger."

"Did Iranians even give the finger a hundred years ago?" That was the end of that conversation.

It'll be 36 years tomorrow, since we got engaged. And I'll call the doctor for him; right now, he's got an ice pack duct taped over the spot because it's too early to take more medicine. I hope we can get an appointment Monday.


*sigh*
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Re: My dear Joon...

Postby shireling » Mon Jul 09, 2018 5:46 pm

Scoliosis...

Did not see that coming. Sixty-seven years old, and this is the first we're hearing of it. So, Duane's got super duper pain meds on board, and a recommendation for physical therapy/chiropractics. Geeze. Uncle Dickon strikes again! :lol:


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Re: My dear Joon...

Postby shireling » Thu Jul 12, 2018 3:31 am

I was hoping to get a referral for a chiropractor for Duane, but it's not that easy.

Not any more. It used to be that your doctor would refer you to someone that they knew, and had sent other patients to. Now you have to find your own that your insurance will cover. I'm telling them that he's on regular Medicare, the federal government plan. Makes no difference apparently. All through the conversation, I was hoping the nurse would suddenly change the protocol, which was in vain, of course, due to my weak Jedi skills. So, I'm going to have to call said federal government and get me some names.

Meanwhile, the anti-inflammatory has seemed to build up a bit and kick in, so he's more comfortable. Good thing too, because he's not amenable to the hot/cold therapy that's so readily available. Anyway, we'll be getting a call from the hospital that Dr. W_'s connected with. Their physical therapy department will call to set up an appointment for him. That's probably better. Maybe I can get a recommendation from them, if they think seeing a specialist will help. So that's that for now.

Late night I got a call from Ann, from the Secular Franciscans. Brother Brian's brother, Tim, is poorly and Lois is declining rapidly.

Lois has been on the prayer list ever since I first started going to Saint Francis. At first, nobody seemed to know if she were even alive, she's been out of the loop for so long. Her address was the first one I sent a letter to, and it was returned. Ann told me to use the Church's address as a return, and, after, that idea was quickly squashed. It didn't seem like a good idea at the time, but hey, I'm open to direction; what did I know? Anyway, I had to be told that it came back, and it took some work to finally get a current location written down for her. For myself, I set up a little plan of sending cards to people in the community. Mainly, there are Profession Anniversary cards (to mark the day they became Secular Franciscans), birthday, and get well. If there's a death, or someone would like a note sent to a family member, I handle those too. But for the shut-ins, I send messages, including quotes from St. Francis or the Pope for example, every couple of months. For that reason, I took over the payment of stamps and won't let them reimburse me for them.

Anyway, Lois was born in 1928. She's lived through a lot of history, much of it bad. We've never met, and I do have a Christmas card from her. It was from last December, and she was grateful for the one she'd received. Last September, she was in the hospital for over a month. This September, she'll have been a Secular Franciscan for 58 years, and I hope she'll still be here so it can be acknowledged...

I'm getting sleepy and I have yet to brush my teeth. 'night.


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Re: My dear Joon...

Postby shireling » Wed Jul 18, 2018 1:46 am

Still no referral for physical therapy.

Apparently the pharmacy can't get any more of prescription that was ordered for Duane. So they offered to call Dr. W_ for something else, which will take a while; in the meantime, I can give him my migraine formula, I guess. He's been doing so well, I really don't want to change anything, but what are you gonna do? The man can't go with nothing.

Today I made some changes to help me take care of Amy. The litter I was using was sticking to the walls of the box, not to mention the scoop. It results in a substance close to the consistency of concrete, and I don't know if it's the chemicals in the cat pee or the litter itself or just the unfortunate combination thereof that's at issue. Anyway, there's a new brand on the market called 'Slide'. The name reminds me of a product my ob/gyn once recommended - or was that 'Glide'? At any rate, I bought a box of the new, improved kitty sand, and so far, it's doing what it promised. And that's in combination with what's left of the old stuff, so I can't wait until it's all 'Slide' and we're completely out of 'Clump & Scoop'.

The other is the 'Neater Feeder'. Being a Siberian, Amy likes to play in water - which is probably why she ended up with us after wearing out her welcome in three other homes. It has a tray, which goes under a double-bowl holder. The holder is made like a sieve, and catches all the bits and drips as she eats. Well, today, I thought, since she's having trouble reaching the bowls over the lip of the holder, why don't I just clean the holder, put it away, and set her dishes in the tray? It's so much easier for her to get to everything now - better I should have thought of it now than never. And it's easier to clean too, because now I don't have that holder to deal with. So, anything that makes life less difficult, bring it on.

Today we went to the CPA, and got our tax return. We were late getting everything together so we had to get an extension, which I guess the government didn't mind doing, because this time, they owed us money :D . That hasn't happened since...1983? I think that was the last time we got a refund. We won't get one next year, but that's okay. We're used to not having them.

Right now I'm in the middle of washing clothes. Five loads. It's that week with the sheets. The beds are newly-made, the towels are fresh, there's a load of unmentionables/pajamas in the dryer and the last of the outer clothes on the final spin. I'm so glad I'll get to sleep in tomorrow morning...

I had something happen Sunday morning. Duane and I prepared the Devotions. Mike had come to visit, and we decided to do a Hidden Words devotional. We also had a brief history and definition of the Book:

Baha’u’llah’s book, The Hidden Words, speaks directly to us about how to live a spiritual life. A treasury of divine mysteries, The Hidden Words came directly from Baha’u’llah as he walked the banks of the Tigris River in Baghdad in 1858. Historians have said that “The chief aim of Baha’u’llah in The Hidden Words is to detach man from this mortal world and to protect his soul from its greatest enemy, himself” and “The Hidden Words show in their crystal clarity the very structure of faith and religion.” Another called The Hidden Words “… a mighty charter for the salvation of the human soul”.

Short, deceptively simple and filled with eternal, timeless wisdom, The Hidden Words spans only 52 pages. Made up of inspiring and mystical metaphors, allusions and aphorisms, and written originally in both Persian and Arabic, Baha’u’llah opens The Hidden Words with a lyrical description of its purpose:

This is that which hath descended from the realm of glory, uttered by the tongue of power and might, and revealed unto the Prophets of old. We have taken the inner essence thereof, and clothed it in the garment of brevity, as a token of grace unto the righteous, that they may stand faithful unto the Covenant of God, may fulfill in their lives His trust, and in the realm of the spirit obtain the gem of Divine virtue. – The Hidden Words, p. 3.

Why are the words 'hidden'? The mysterious title refers to a Muslim mythical tradition:

Fatimih was the daughter of Muhammad, the holiest and the most outstanding woman of the Islamic Dispensation. At a young age she was married to Ali, the successor to Muhammad, and bore him several children, two of whom, Hasan and Husayn, succeeded their father to become the second and third Imams, respectively, of the Shí’ah sect of Islam. Fatimih was a true and faithful believer and was much devoted to her Father. His death plunged her into a state of bitter anguish and grief.

According to the traditions of Shí’ah Islam, the Holy Spirit personified as the Angel Gabriel descended upon her and addressed certain words to her. These were dictated to Ali, her husband, and were revealed to bring consolation to her soul in her bereavement. – Adib Taherzadeh, The Revelation of Baha’u’llah v 1, p. 70.


Another historian and commentator, Marzieh Gail, defines her view of the historical origin of Baha’u’llah’s mystical work:

The Hidden Words is the Hidden Book of Fatimih — the words which Gabriel brought to mitigate her anguish: for she had seen her Father’s death, and, forty days after the Prophet had ascended, the schism in Islam beginning before her eyes. Those unknown words addressed to Fatimih were believed by Shí’ah Islam to be in the possession of the Promised One Who would come from the line of her descendants; and they were called “Hidden” because all down the centuries their content was unknown. – Six Lessons on Islam, p. 29.

These counsels from Baha’u’llah make up a map, a guidebook, a set of symbols and signs intended to lead every spiritual seeker on the journey toward the Creator. - from Baha'i Teachings. Org; written by author David Langness


People were invited to bring their own books, and share their favorites. Well, there's one in the Arabic pages, #51, that makes me think of Saint Francis of Assisi, and I shared that.

O SON OF MY HANDMAID! Be not troubled in poverty nor confident in riches, for poverty is followed by riches, and riches are followed by poverty. Yet to be poor in all save God is a wondrous gift, belittle not the value thereof, for in the end it will make thee rich in God, and thus thou shalt know the meaning of the utterance, “In truth ye are the poor,” and the holy words, “God is the all-possessing,” shall even as the true morn break forth gloriously resplendent upon the horizon of the lover’s heart, and abide secure on the throne of wealth.


As soon as I said the first word, I felt a presence. A heaviness in the air that weigh on my forehead and shoulders, that told me he was there. Today, when we were out, waiting for our order a Chop Suey, I asked Duane if he'd felt anything. He said no. I was so surprised by that. It's not scary, I've had it before. It's just nice to know that he showed up :) . I know it sounds a bit nutty - well, maybe loads nutty - but, we're told, that the next world is closer than our life vein. *sigh* It was was nice, and sweet, and I hope he comes back.

Anyway, my timer just let me know that I have to get to the dryer and finish up. Take care, my joons.


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Re: My dear Joon...

Postby shireling » Thu Jul 19, 2018 5:39 pm

Still no refill :( .

The Honey says that the over-the-counter stuff is working, but it's not the muscle-relaxant. Anyway, we do have an appointment with the physical therapist ready to go. I'm just worried about this.


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Re: My dear Joon...

Postby shireling » Fri Jul 20, 2018 10:52 pm

We still didn't have his medication, as of this morning. So, I said,"Let's stop at the doctor's office and tell them the problem." What follows is an example of why I lose my mind on a routine basis.

Because I called the medication a 'muscle-relaxant', and that's what the pharmacy told me it was, the GP's staff were not responding to either the shop's calls or mine. In fact, when we got to the office, that was the first thing out of the nurse's mouth. That it's not a muscle relaxant, Dr. W_ doesn't prescribe MRs, and me, I'm just giving it the name the pharmacy did! Waste of 3 minutes while this person explains what the drug is not.

...Christ...

I've worked with people like that in my youth. They know their professions inside and out, can perform a tracheotomy with a nail file and a BIC pen, and sew up a wound with dental floss, but don't get them stuck on a word. Anyway, he's got two medications for his back now, that we were able to pick up. I hope this is as bad as it gets.


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