HERE....THERE....NOWHERE....

Singing like a caged bird

Wednesday, November 26, 2003

 


Here....



On the Friday the 14th I took off from work,  traveled to New York City for some more medical tests.  Internal cardiac ultra-sounds are not available locally and my doctor wanted me to see a leading expert in this field.  The plan was to get the test on Friday afternoon and stay over at the hospital for observation until Saturday and return home.  However, after doing the internal ultrasound we (docs and me) decided to go ahead with an advanced procedure that they have perfected there and do a special kind of angioplasty.  I was still supposed to go home on Saturday.  However, they could not complete the procedure as I had received too much dye contrast for my kidneys to safely handle.   So I had to wait in the hospital until Monday for the kidneys to get all that dye out of my system and then they could finish the procedures on Monday.  Which they did with on Monday morning.  I was scheduled to leave Tuesday afternoon.  However, there was a problem with a hematoma and some bleeding where the procedure enters the artery, so I had to wait till the swelling started to go down and it was positive that there was little danger of further bleeding.  Which took until Friday.  I took the train and was finally home the evening of the 21st.  Boy, was it good to be home in my own bed and eating real food!!!! And being up and walking around without any monitors or having blood tests, or being awakened in the middle of the night to be to checked and told to go back to sleep!!!!


 


Bottom line is I feel very well, the procedures were a success (despite the
complications) and I am now back to work.  Just have to keep it easy for a while, no heavy lifting etc....  Am walking more and more each day and starting to get my strength back.  Still slightly sore around the bruised area, but that is lessening each day.  Just glad to be home , healthy and getting to send out a few words to friends and here. 


 

There....


During my boring hospital stay I finished the book,
The Oath by Khassan Baiev.  What synchronicity!!!!!  As I read about the horrendous conditions this doctor and his colleagues endured, I was being cared for by some some of the most competent medical staff in the world.  In fact my procedure on Friday was being televised to doctors from about 40 countries as part of the Lennox Hill Hospitals teaching responsibilities.  I truly  am lucky to have such care available to me.  And I will adding the

International Committee for the Children of Chechnya
 to my list of
charities.  It makes me realize the wonderful life I have here, and
grateful for the peace and freedom and prosperity.  I wish that the future generations would learn to appreciate this and to help those who are less fortunate.


Nowhere....


 I know winter does not officially start until the winter solstice, but
nature has not waited for such astronomical events.  It makes me think of the lyrics of the song written by Pete Seeger...."Turn,Turn,Turn".  The words were adapted from the Book of Ecclesiastes by Pete Seeger.


Turn,Turn,Turn 


To everything - turn, turn, turn

There is a season - turn, turn, turn

And a time for every purpose under heaven

 

A time to be born, a time to die

A time to plant, a time to reap

A time to kill, a time to heal

A time to laugh, a time to weep

 

To everything - turn, turn, turn

There is a season - turn, turn, turn

And a time for every purpose under heaven

 

A time to build up, a time to break down

A time to dance, a time to mourn

A time to cast away stones

A time to gather stones together

 

To everything - turn, turn, turn

There is a season - turn, turn, turn

And a time for every purpose under heaven

 

A time of war, a time of peace

A time of love, a time of hate

A time you may embrace

A time to refrain from embracing

 

To everything - turn, turn, turn

There is a season - turn, turn, turn

And a time for every purpose under heaven

 

A time to gain, a time to lose

A time to rend, a time to sew

A time to love, a time to hate

A time of peace, I swear it's not too late! 


I thought of this song and its meanings at the time of the changing of the seasons and also of the recent commemoration of the war veterans, those still alive, those deceased and those currently in conflicts around the world.  As well as all the innocent civilians and children caught in the middle of those troubles.  And thankful for the good fortunes I have in life.


 




Saturday, November 01, 2003

 



Here....


MassMoCA exhibit "Yankee Remix" is fantastic.  I particularly like Frano Violich's Material Witness.  If you have never heard of or visited MassMoCa.....check out the film, Upside DownWonderful story of art and community and urban planning and historic preservation and economic development.


There....


Check out this link on the emerging state of blogging provided by my friend Chris, down under in Oz! Make sure you view the cartoon link as well.


Nowhere....


The lost art of listening is important to me. Listening is critical in all kinds of situations, for example  while learning , for jobs and careers and probably most importantly for those relationships with friends and family.  I try to always be the good listener.  I have extended the meaning of listening to the reading of
others blogs and emails.  I especially liked to listen to this essay .  And I must add "ME" to my booklist of to reads.  I was particularly drawn to the two little quotes from reviews of this work.  I would be interested in others reaction to this essay.  Particularly father/daughter listenings.