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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Feb 12, 2010 13:40:12 GMT -5
Meh. Elder Daughter has no classes, is sleeping in. Husband has doctor's appointment, going to work after, ditto. One cat is out, one cat is in, they are swatting at each other through the glass patio door.  Elder Daughter is off through Tuesday. Everybody is off on Monday. Except the one with the 24/7/365 job, who will be up before 5:30 to feed cats, every morning, as per usual... Me, I have to do laundry, drive Elder Daughter to dentist, large grocery run on the way home, really would rather work on crafty stuff, or just go back to bed with my nasty sinus headache.    Bored now.  Somebody amuse me. It cheers me no end that Mr. Space is up and wandering around in his standard bumbling nature. And it is not, at this very minute, raining buckets, which after last night is a relief. I wonder if the official Olympic Uniforms for these games included umbrellas? There's a storm curled like a fist pointed right at Vancouver, with the snow level stuck at 3500 feet (sort of the year-round default level). Julia, unununawake, but that's OK, that's my year-round default, also Up and moving is an improvement.  that you can (a) keep him that way and (b) get some sleep for yourself. No word from my XY, so I am assuming that no news is good news and that he's gone to work. I hope. ETA: Husband update - he's at work. His lungs are clear and functioning. What he has is, of all things, a sinus infection. So he's got pills to take for ten days, a number to call for an apnea evaluation, and a return appointment in a month for assorted bloodwork and a recheck. His bp is a little high, but the doctor wants to wait and check that again next time. So, not nearly as bad as I'd feared. And now I am going to finish my star wands. Right now. This time for sure... |
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Feb 12, 2010 13:51:26 GMT -5
My siser got the win yesterday. Driving home last night, late, after having decided not to spend the night in Dad's room, Mom said. "Well, I was going to take us out to a nice dinner tonight but everybody's kinda wiped out and ragged." My sister and I concurred that we just wanted to go back to the house. Mom says, "Okay, well. Next time." Me: "Next time? I'm not doing THIS again!" Sister: "Yeah, okay, Mom. You can take us out for a nice dinner NEXT time dad dies." Between bouts of laughing, Mom said: "That's sick and dark. Your dad would love it." Back to see him again this morning. I've just been wishing for mercy for him. And more morphine. We've let him go and now we're trying to help him let US go by reassuring him that we'll be all right. Laughter through tears. My favorite emotion. Really, you are all taking just the right attitude. It does help just a little. Supporting each other helps more. Knowing that he would approve helps still more. My love and thoughts are with you as always. |
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Feb 12, 2010 14:59:31 GMT -5
Sudden, significant improvement in the house. The Daughter came over and helped me sort all the things that were not yet unpacked. The workroom now has its tables, with items classified "Sewing" "Art," "Office," "Tools" and "Misc.":  The Office now has an actual floor:  The Office closet has its new shelving unit nicely in place:  And the workroom now has tables with sorted items ready for storing:  And best of all it was all done in two hours! |
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Feb 12, 2010 15:10:29 GMT -5
So this is how it is.
I'm a I child of two worlds really. There's the world of my high school, and the band, and here, where I learned about how to build and be part of an open, loving community where individuals are deeply connected to each other and give each other unconditional compassion and support.
And then there's my birth family, where people never say what they mean or mean what they say, and never say what they are feeling or thinking and you always have to be on your guard about what you do decide to share and you have to find passive aggressive creative ways to deal with conflicts and get others to do what you want them to do. And you stick together despite it all because it's to everyone's advantage.
What I've been discovering is that having experience in both worlds is a real boon in medicine. Cause on the one hand, we're expected to build and maintain that loving supportive community and make those positive connections with other people (colleagues/classmates and patients), to look at and touch and contemplate the places that just aren't polite to look at/touch/contemplate in conventional repressed society in order to achieve health and healing.
But on the other hand, we're also expected always be positive even when we're pissed off, and if some one makes us want to strangle them we're supposed to smile and say thank you. And sometimes we have to come up with the most convoluted methods to affect the change of others since a direct approach just won't do.
In case you were wondering, this is why doctors get so screwed up sometimes. It's an incredibly difficult mental balance to maintain and it wouldn't take much to get really screwed up. Thank god I have so much practice with this cognitive dissonance.
I'm not in the best mood right now, in case you can't tell. And I'm eating some of the Chocolate Bombs left over from the bake sale even though my rule is desserts only on Sunday, dammit. Thanks for letting me vent.
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Post by Rachael on Feb 12, 2010 15:27:28 GMT -5
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Feb 12, 2010 15:32:26 GMT -5
Oh, and  to everyone. I don't think I said that to those here who've needed it lately. |
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Feb 12, 2010 15:41:54 GMT -5
Nice work, Diane! Psssst... I would love to see a photo of you modeling the necklace I made, sometime when you're wearing it. Liz, interesting thoughts.  S'cubies. The star wands are finished, I think, and the last of the glue is drying. Three different kinds they took, and that's not counting the Stickles. This is what happens when you don't plan ahead. On the other hand, running on impulse and inspiration and imagination is a lot more fun.   Good grief, how did it get this late, and me not eaten lunch yet? |
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Post by Karen on Feb 12, 2010 15:45:28 GMT -5
So this is how it is. I'm a I child of two worlds really. There's the world of my high school, and the band, and here, where I learned about how to build and be part of an open, loving community where individuals are deeply connected to each other and give each other unconditional compassion and support. And then there's my birth family, where people never say what they mean or mean what they say, and never say what they are feeling or thinking and you always have to be on your guard about what you do decide to share and you have to find passive aggressive creative ways to deal with conflicts and get others to do what you want them to do. And you stick together despite it all because it's to everyone's advantage. What I've been discovering is that having experience in both worlds is a real boon in medicine. Cause on the one hand, we're expected to build and maintain that loving supportive community and make those positive connections with other people (colleagues/classmates and patients), to look at and touch and contemplate the places that just aren't polite to look at/touch/contemplate in conventional repressed society in order to achieve health and healing. But on the other hand, we're also expected always be positive even when we're pissed off, and if some one makes us want to strangle them we're supposed to smile and say thank you. And sometimes we have to come up with the most convoluted methods to affect the change of others since a direct approach just won't do. In case you were wondering, this is why doctors get so screwed up sometimes. It's an incredibly difficult mental balance to maintain and it wouldn't take much to get really screwed up. Thank god I have so much practice with this cognitive dissonance. I'm not in the best mood right now, in case you can't tell. And I'm eating some of the Chocolate Bombs left over from the bake sale even though my rule is desserts only on Sunday, dammit. Thanks for letting me vent. Interesting observations. I can relate after 30 years of living with an emotionally abusive partner. Nick often says he owes my ex his thanks because I let his occasional (what he feels) assholey behavior roll off my back. He's too hard on himself, tho. The worst he does doesn't compare to what I've previously dealt with. I'm interested to know what a patient/co-worker would do that would make you pissed off enough to want to strangle them? I don't have a frame of reference for that, although my kids at times have tried my patience to the extreme. |
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Post by Karen on Feb 12, 2010 15:46:52 GMT -5
Nice work, Diane! Psssst... I would love to see a photo of you modeling the necklace I made, sometime when you're wearing it. Liz, interesting thoughts. S'cubies. The star wands are finished, I think, and the last of the glue is drying. Three different kinds they took, and that's not counting the Stickles. This is what happens when you don't plan ahead. On the other hand, running on impulse and inspiration and imagination is a lot more fun. Good grief, how did it get this late, and me not eaten lunch yet? When (if ever - no pressure) you get to the point of wanting to sell your jewelry, I hope you put me at the top of the list of buyers. Because I think your stuff is awesomely original and cool. |
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Feb 12, 2010 16:01:55 GMT -5
So this is how it is. I'm a I child of two worlds really. There's the world of my high school, and the band, and here, where I learned about how to build and be part of an open, loving community where individuals are deeply connected to each other and give each other unconditional compassion and support. And then there's my birth family, where people never say what they mean or mean what they say, and never say what they are feeling or thinking and you always have to be on your guard about what you do decide to share and you have to find passive aggressive creative ways to deal with conflicts and get others to do what you want them to do. And you stick together despite it all because it's to everyone's advantage. What I've been discovering is that having experience in both worlds is a real boon in medicine. Cause on the one hand, we're expected to build and maintain that loving supportive community and make those positive connections with other people (colleagues/classmates and patients), to look at and touch and contemplate the places that just aren't polite to look at/touch/contemplate in conventional repressed society in order to achieve health and healing. But on the other hand, we're also expected always be positive even when we're pissed off, and if some one makes us want to strangle them we're supposed to smile and say thank you. And sometimes we have to come up with the most convoluted methods to affect the change of others since a direct approach just won't do. In case you were wondering, this is why doctors get so screwed up sometimes. It's an incredibly difficult mental balance to maintain and it wouldn't take much to get really screwed up. Thank god I have so much practice with this cognitive dissonance. I'm not in the best mood right now, in case you can't tell. And I'm eating some of the Chocolate Bombs left over from the bake sale even though my rule is desserts only on Sunday, dammit. Thanks for letting me vent. Interesting observations. I can relate after 30 years of living with an emotionally abusive partner. Nick often says he owes my ex his thanks because I let his occasional (what he feels) assholey behavior roll off my back. He's too hard on himself, tho. The worst he does doesn't compare to what I've previously dealt with. I'm interested to know what a patient/co-worker would do that would make you pissed off enough to want to strangle them? I don't have a frame of reference for that, although my kids at times have tried my patience to the extreme. It's a lot of little things (and I'm sure the lack of sleep isn't helping either), and I'm not going to discuss specifics in a semi-public forum. But I can PM you if you don't mind me verbally throwing up all over you. |
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Post by Squeemonster on Feb 12, 2010 16:02:07 GMT -5
So this is how it is. I'm a I child of two worlds really. There's the world of my high school, and the band, and here, where I learned about how to build and be part of an open, loving community where individuals are deeply connected to each other and give each other unconditional compassion and support. And then there's my birth family, where people never say what they mean or mean what they say, and never say what they are feeling or thinking and you always have to be on your guard about what you do decide to share and you have to find passive aggressive creative ways to deal with conflicts and get others to do what you want them to do. And you stick together despite it all because it's to everyone's advantage. What I've been discovering is that having experience in both worlds is a real boon in medicine. Cause on the one hand, we're expected to build and maintain that loving supportive community and make those positive connections with other people (colleagues/classmates and patients), to look at and touch and contemplate the places that just aren't polite to look at/touch/contemplate in conventional repressed society in order to achieve health and healing. But on the other hand, we're also expected always be positive even when we're pissed off, and if some one makes us want to strangle them we're supposed to smile and say thank you. And sometimes we have to come up with the most convoluted methods to affect the change of others since a direct approach just won't do. In case you were wondering, this is why doctors get so screwed up sometimes. It's an incredibly difficult mental balance to maintain and it wouldn't take much to get really screwed up. Thank god I have so much practice with this cognitive dissonance. I'm not in the best mood right now, in case you can't tell. And I'm eating some of the Chocolate Bombs left over from the bake sale even though my rule is desserts only on Sunday, dammit. Thanks for letting me vent. Oh yeah, we have to deal with that every day here at our clinic. We can't be blunt and tell people when they're doing something wrong and are an idiot, or if they've pissed us off for any reason. We have to put up with their shit with a smile on our faces and try our best to encourage them to do the right things for their pets without hurting their feelings or making them feel like they're being bad owners. And we have to indulge the clients, making each and every one of them feel like they are our number one clients and their pets are our favorite patients. The pet part isn't hard, fortunately--everyone here happens to love animals and we love getting to "coo" all over them. But the thing with the clients is a delicate balance and a fine line that I've been having trouble walking lately. I'm usually really good at putting a smile on my face and grinning through whatever idiocy or meanness clients throw at us, but lately I've been letting the stress and annoyance show through. If that is even part of what you are referring to, and if not, then never mind. ;D  Also, |
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Post by SpringSummers on Feb 12, 2010 16:04:08 GMT -5
So this is how it is. I'm a I child of two worlds really. There's the world of my high school, and the band, and here, where I learned about how to build and be part of an open, loving community where individuals are deeply connected to each other and give each other unconditional compassion and support. And then there's my birth family, where people never say what they mean or mean what they say, and never say what they are feeling or thinking and you always have to be on your guard about what you do decide to share and you have to find passive aggressive creative ways to deal with conflicts and get others to do what you want them to do. And you stick together despite it all because it's to everyone's advantage. What I've been discovering is that having experience in both worlds is a real boon in medicine. Cause on the one hand, we're expected to build and maintain that loving supportive community and make those positive connections with other people (colleagues/classmates and patients), to look at and touch and contemplate the places that just aren't polite to look at/touch/contemplate in conventional repressed society in order to achieve health and healing. But on the other hand, we're also expected always be positive even when we're pissed off, and if some one makes us want to strangle them we're supposed to smile and say thank you. And sometimes we have to come up with the most convoluted methods to affect the change of others since a direct approach just won't do. In case you were wondering, this is why doctors get so screwed up sometimes. It's an incredibly difficult mental balance to maintain and it wouldn't take much to get really screwed up. Thank god I have so much practice with this cognitive dissonance. I'm not in the best mood right now, in case you can't tell. And I'm eating some of the Chocolate Bombs left over from the bake sale even though my rule is desserts only on Sunday, dammit. Thanks for letting me vent. Sorry you're feeling down. Know that this sort of thing - the need to keep smiling when you don't feel like it, essentially - is needed in any profession which involves public contact, from working the counter at McDonalds to examining exasperating patients as a doctor. You've got to remain professional (and control your words and behavior) in all but the most exceptional of circumstances. You can't achieve this without a way to let off the steam that builds up - and that's what you're going to have to find in your life: Safe, constructive ways to let off steam. (Or yes, "screwed up" is exactly where you'll end up.) The S'cubie board is one way to vent. Getting a counselor to listen to you vent is another way. Physical activity works for some people. Vacations are important. I have confidence that you will figure it out, and find the balance you need. |
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Post by Sara on Feb 12, 2010 16:20:54 GMT -5
This just came through my Twitter feed from NASA:Shuttle crew awoke @4:14pET to theme song from "Firefly." The Ballad of Serenity, performed by Sonny Rhodes, was played for Bob Behnken. |
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Post by Sue on Feb 12, 2010 17:10:41 GMT -5
This just came through my Twitter feed from NASA:Shuttle crew awoke @4:14pET to theme song from "Firefly." The Ballad of Serenity, performed by Sonny Rhodes, was played for Bob Behnken. |
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Feb 12, 2010 17:13:48 GMT -5
Sudden, significant improvement in the house. The Daughter came over and helped me sort all the things that were not yet unpacked. The workroom now has its tables, with items classified "Sewing" "Art," "Office," "Tools" and "Misc.": The Office now has an actual floor: The Office closet has its new shelving unit nicely in place: And the workroom now has tables with sorted items ready for storing: And best of all it was all done in two hours! You know, you could grow a whooooooooole lot of orchids in that workroom. Julia, a lotta lotta Phalenopsis, boy howdy |
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