I took this in the early morning last week. I love all the layers of water, reflections, boats and sky….
Boats and sky
I took this in the early morning last week. I love all the layers of water, reflections, boats and sky….
This is for the RonovanWrites weekly haiku challenge #83. The prompt words are flame and gem.
We all go through times that feel difficult and we feel pressure. Think of a diamond and endure.
buried heat pressure
tons crushing no flame but red
hot molten rock: gem
Taken this past weekend.
This is for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #45.
I just found this picture, taken in early 2015…. I fantasize about a small greenhouse built around a hot tub and full of hothouse plants, or cool northwestern northwestern plants,Β mostly orchids and mosses. My own private jungle…..
I want to go visit our local rainforest soon: the Hoh Rainforest….
This week I see a patient that I sent to a specialist that I don’t know well.
“How is he?” I like to get feedback on the specialists.
Q grimaces. “He knows his stuff. But…. he’s by the book. I complained about a side effect. He says it is not listed. But I go on line and there are lots of people complaining about that side effect.”
“Hmmm.” I say.
“He doesn’t really listen if it doesn’t fit…. if it’s not in the book.” Q brightens. “But I am going to call the nurse line for the drug and see what they say.”
“Cool.” I say. “Some doctors are very by the book. I’m into practical medicine: use it if it works. Don’t care if it’s witchcraft.”
Q giggles.
“What about the rash?” I say.
Q pulls up a pant leg. There is almost no rash. “He said it wasn’t related to the problem.”
We both look at Q’s leg. “Looks better to me.” I say. “Looks a lot better.”
“Yeah,” says Q. “It does. It looks nearly gone.” The rash was what initially triggered the testing that led to the diagnosis that led to the specialist.
“I use whatever I can figure out for people.”
Once I had an elderly woman with an intestinal bleed. She is transferred to Virginia Mason and goes through every possible test to localize the bleed. Upper endoscopy, lower endoscopy, swallow the camera, CT scan, probably pet scan and bone scan. Can’t find it. It is too slow a leak to use radioactive tagged red blood cells. She comes back.
I transfuse her every three weeks. This is not good. She will develop antibodies eventually.
She goes back to Virginia Mason. They do it all again. The surgeons discuss opening her up. “No.” they say. “Too frail at 88. She will die on the vent.” They send her back.
I am still transfusing her every three weeks. I am grumpy as hell.
Her daughter says, “I have a friend in Canada who knows a scientist. He is studying aloe vera. They said take aloe vera twice a day. What do you think?”
“Well I don’t have anything! Try it! We will test a chem panel in two weeks and watch the blood count!”
She takes aloe vera twice a day. Her blood count stabilizes. No more transfusion. Happy dance. Not absorbed or at least doesn’t bother her kidneys or liver tests….
After a year she says, “Can I try stopping it?”
“Sure,” I say. “We will check a blood count in 2 weeks.”
It drops. She goes back on aloe vera.
Practical medicine. If the book has nothing, try something else…..
This is for Ronovanwrites haiku challenge #82, challenge words star and child….
Starchild bring the funk
Sir Nose D’Voidoffunk know
TRUMPIPULATION!
http://www.everything2.com/title/The+Cosmology+of+P-Funk
get funky now: Parliament – Mothership Connection (Star child)
For Wordless Wednesday.
Taken summer 2015 camping.
This is for photrabloggers Mundane Monday #44. After a too exhausting trip back east, I lay on the couch to conserve energy for concerts Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I return to signs of spring, inside and outside. This is the front south facing window from lying on the couch….
This is for the Ronovan Writes weekly haiku #51, prompt words future and give. I have been reading Walt Kelley’s Pogo again. One strip yesterday worked it’s way from ptarmagin and ptruly and pteam all the way to a pun involving “non compass Memphis” in just four panels. Talk about away with words! I am studying latin again in my spare time, so I about fell off my chair laughing. Hooray for Mr. Kelly!
future feature give
teacher stretcher lecher live
liver fetcher fugue
I took the photograph last summer camping on Marrowstone Island.
Ha, the joke is on me. That’s the June 2015 challenge. I’m leaving it up……
Rumi’s chickpea poem: http://www.superluminal.com/cookbook/essay_chickpea.html
I took the stealthie on the first ferry from Seattle to Bainbridge yesterday morning. A quiet ferry with very few sleepy people…..
The dust stirs
This is not Konya
I am safe
Water falls from the sky on the dust
This is not Turkey
I am safe
The sun warms the dust
I am not of Islaam
I am safe
A seed stirs in the dust
I am not of Christian either: raised atheist
I am safe
A plant grows
I am not a man: a woman
I am safe
Peas ripen
I do not read the Koran
I am safe
Peas are harvested
I have no mystic tradition nor teachers
I am safe
Peas are dried
He does not ask a question
I am safe
Peas are soaked
He is not religious
I am safe
Peas are placed on slow heat
He chooses sex not love
I am safe
Peas come to a slow boil
He refuses love and leaves
I am safe
The ladle of the Beloved smashes down
None of it matters
I am not safe
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