We keep running across boulders that we can’t bring home. Good thing, or my house would REALLY be cluttered. I only bring home rocks that I can fit in my reticule.
For today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt.
We keep running across boulders that we can’t bring home. Good thing, or my house would REALLY be cluttered. I only bring home rocks that I can fit in my reticule.
For today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: twist.
I am writing this on Christmas morning.
The good news is this: National Guard Empties Bedpans and Clips Toenails at Nursing Homes. “In Minnesota, an ambitious initiative is training hundreds of Guard members to become certified nursing assistants and relieve burned-out nursing home workers.” (1) Well, hooray, the National Guard is called out to help, because the nursing homes are out of staff and we aren’t supposed to abuse our elderly. I think this is AMAZING. And the National Guard may learn some things about work and the elderly too. Hoorah and Hooray!
The bad news is a snippet from New York State: Omicron is milder, BUT the exception may be children. (2) Child cases of Covid-19 are going up really fast and hospital admissions of children. ICU work is hard hard hard, but child and infant ICU is even harder. Blessings on the nurses who do this and the physicians too. When I did my pediatrics rotation way back in Richmond, VA, in a tertiary care hospital, I had children who were dying: one with a brain tumor, one with liver cancer, one with Wilm’s disease. Hard work. I chose Family Practice. I have still had pediatric patients die, including an 18 month old where I had taken care of mother through the pregnancy, but not terribly many. Even less in the last ten years since my average patient was about age 70. All of my kids in the last ten years were complicated: one with Down’s, another a leukemia survivor, others. Children can be very medically complicated. I had two adults who had survived infant heart surgery as well. They were set up with UW’s Adults who had Childhood Heart Surgery Clinic, though that is not the correct name. I am pretty happy to have that sort of back up only two hours away. They both had pretty awesome heart murmurs and that midline chest zipper scar. Ouch.
So, why post this on Christmas? If the cases are rising in children, maybe that will inspire some folks to get vaccinated or at least not yell at family who refuse to bring small children to an unvaccinated Christmas gathering. Judging by the posts on the doctor mom facebook group, there is quite a bit of family yelling going on. Stand down, folks, and respect other peoples’ boundaries.
The problem is, if enough children are sick, we run out of beds. And staff. “As of Thursday, there were 1,987 confirmed or suspected pediatric covid-19 patients hospitalized nationally, a 31 percent jump in 10 days, according to a Washington Post analysis.” (3)
Blessings.
2. https://www.nytimes.com/2021/11/23/us/covid-cases-children.html
3. https://www.washingtonpost.com/health/2021/12/24/omicron-children-hospitalizations-us/
Beautiful, isn’t it? But it’s not a sunset. The recent storms have taken away more beach and there are tons of new rocks and debris thrown around.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: finally.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt today is hollow. Hollow, halloween, hollow promises, and hallowed promises. Which is it?
My friend in Michigan was teaching his three children to use a fire extinguisher at Thanksgiving. What a wonderful use for the hollow rotting Halloween pumpkin! They each got a chance to use the fire extinguisher and put out the fire. Emergency preparedness on Thanksgiving Day! That is an example of wonderful parenting as far as I am concerned.
“Mom, the chicken tastes funny, but good.”
“Shuddup and eat.”
“Mom, the salty stuff on the chicken is the BEST!”
“Move over, I’m eating yours if you don’t want it!”
“Mom!”
“That kind of chicken is called a potato, dears.”
“Yum, mom, more.”
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: obfuscate.
Painting by Maline Robinson.
For today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt: crimson.
I can’t do it, Beloved
or no
I don’t know how, Beloved
release old grief, I am told
I am to have the intention daily
to release old grief
it sits in my throat
aching lump, knot, old
I don’t know how old
is it from before birth
I haven’t looked up whether antibodies
to tuberculosis
cross the placenta
attacking
Kell kills
that is one of the antibodies
that can kill a fetus
I have the grief
a tiger by the tail
at first I was afraid
that releasing it would lose
some core part of myself
that the me I have built
is the nacre, a pearl
wrapped around a core of grief
but Beloved
I try to listen
I try so hard to listen
to have faith
why pay for help
without attempting to follow
the ideas
unless they are so clearly wrong
conversation
with myself
the past the woman the girl the child the fetus
let the grief go
gently
Beloved
maybe I am not gentle enough
full speed ahead
maybe I need to cradle the grief more
rock it, comfort it, thank it
grief, you protected me so much
from the patterns in the family
Beloved
maybe I need to thank the grief
before I let it go
9/21/17
I can’t fall
until I let go
my cousin says that people learn
to stay away from angry people
I am hurt and then let that go
and think, yes, she is right
my cousins say over and over
that I am too angry when I’m not angry
until it makes me angry
my cousin gives good advice
I let go and stay away
it’s not my anger
I thought allopathic medicine
was where we listened to the patient
I let go of that too, disillusioned
a family member wants to be free
I let go
I let go of you slowly
I let go of coffee
I let go of sitting next to you
I let go of seeing you daily
I let go of asking
I let go of driving by
I let go of hope
I have not let go of longing
I think that I can fall
without letting go of longing
it is only a thread
like a spider’s web
thrown into the universe
I don’t think it will stop me
from falling
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