Rushes in our Kai Tai Lagoon Nature Park. The ducks are very happy there.


I took these 2016-2017.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: rush.
Rushes in our Kai Tai Lagoon Nature Park. The ducks are very happy there.


I took these 2016-2017.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: rush.
This thistle is growing quite happily and boldly in my yard.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Death is quotidian, isn’t it?
There is a movement to make death more ideal. I agree that we should talk more about death and find out what people want, but ideal is complex. The VA did a survey and found three ideal deaths. Which is your ideal?
So which would be your ideal? Ideally we would talk to our parents and our children and explore these different ideals. I did that with people in clinic. There are interesting openings. A patient would say, “I don’t want to die of cancer.” I would say, “How do you want to die? What is your ideal?” They would be surprised and I would explain the three different scenarios above. “Put in your order, though we do not have any control.” I would say.
We do not have control. I did prenatal care and deliveries for 19 years and didn’t have control there. I always preferred to intervene as little as possible and only if I had to for mother or baby’s health. Once our surgeon went to take out an appendix and it turned out to be something else, so took three hours. I had called a cesarean section, but had to wait. The baby had a fast heart rate and it rose in those three hours. We finally did the c-section and the baby promptly looked completely fine. I have no idea why the heart rate rose from 140 to 180. We were all hugely relieved. Sometimes the cause was obvious: a short umbilical cord or a cord wrapped four times around the neck, but sometimes the cause is a complete mystery.
I talked to a person yesterday who has a frail 90 year old in their life. They said something about keeping them from dying. I said, “Well, they are going to die eventually.” Then I thought, I wonder if they have had the discussion: what is your ideal? Do everything, which may mean being in a hospital? Hospice? At home? And I sometimes see families fight, because siblings have different ideals and may not even be aware of it.
Blessings.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: quotidian.
I took the photograph of the neighbor’s flowers while I was walking the cats in the dark. I like it.
The Adams Street Garden again.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Another photograph from the Adams Street Park. It was a cool day but the bees were out anyhow.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Last night I dream that I am back at work.
I get called to do an emergency surgery. I am a Family Practice Physician. I assisted in surgery, C-sections, and did minor repairs of lacerations (yeah, we don’t use small words like cut) and biopsy of skin lesions (lumps, right?). In the dream I do the surgery, but it worries me. I am not a surgeon. I talk to Dr. L. afterwards. He is a surgeon and has worked here for longer than me, and I’ve been here for 23 years. We get along well.
“I shouldn’t be in the surgical call schedule.” I say.
“Don’t you have the certificate for appendectomies?” he says. Now, that isn’t really a thing. My brain made it up.
“No.” I say.
“Oh.” he says. “I thought you did. Great job on that surgery. We need you.”
“But I am not a surgeon, I would need more training.” I say.
“Oh, we’ll figure it out.” he says. I am worried that I’ll be called for an appendectomy. Or something way worse.
I wake up with a very stiff neck. It has relaxed now, but clearly some part of me is not totally on board with work. I need to be careful what I am getting in to. I am not sure, what if I get pneumonia number five? We are short on physicians though. I can argue with myself very easily. Ok, ok, says the part of me that really wants to return to work: we won’t do appendectomies.
The head of our Legion says that some of his people wish I were working again. I really got along well with my veterans and liked them almost always. They could be really gruff and growly and I would growl back. Then they’d be cheerful. Another person at an outside dance said he missed visits with me and appreciated the time I took. Last night a third person asks how they will know if I start a Long Covid clinic. They have two friends who may have it.
I don’t know. I am mostly absent from medicine right now, but still doing my continuing medical education. I have about 30 hours on Long Covid now, which means I have a lot of strategies to improve things but I can’t cure it. May the research will get there eventually. I am maintaining all of the certifications: medical license, board certification, DEA, membership in the American Academy of Family Medicine. But I also listen to dreams.
For the RDP: absent.
Wow! My spider who has set up just outside my desk window and right by the hummingbird feeder, has such a beautiful web! It is raining today and she is hanging out in the center. She did not move when I went out to take pictures.
She is enjoying the flies and bees attracted to the feeder. I watched her wrap two up the other day. Does she stash them somewhere? The web was down the next day and I was afraid she was gone, but she is back up today.

Some people find spiders beastly but I like them. As long as they aren’t the deadly sort and don’t bite me.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: beast.
Those aren’t mums, you say. No, I am the happy mum! My daughter has a birthday this week. I got the flowers at the Farmer’s Market and what a lovely bouquet. My car was acting up and yesterday I took it to be checked and it was the battery. Today: plumbing, sigh. But I am still a happy mum!
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
My non-native maple, tipped by the sun, but also just starting to change colors. This is my second lot, the wild lot, where the deer often bed down at night. We have two families coming through. A doe with a younger doe and a pair of twins who have lost their spots, and another doe with some younger twins. We have a three point buck with one deformed and broken horn, and I had a young spike in my yard the other day. Looking polished and sharp, too. I kept my distance.
The cats are a bit cautious with the deer. Here is Elwha. He is checking that I am still there and that it’s still safe. This was taken in August.
Here is Sol Duc, checking out a buck, also in August.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: season.
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