I’ve gotten through a work monday.
Even though my family has recently suffered a loss, the remaning members of the clan are pulling together and connecting or reconnecting.
I’ve joined a gym…yes *me* so put those eyebrows down…They have a lift in their swimming pool, so I’ll be able to excersise more frequently, and besides I enjoy swimming…Whereinhell *else* am I going to get into the water in the middle of the “high desert” as this climate is so aptly named.
(That has been one of the most difficult parts of living here in the West…I was raised around water and both my parents were competitive swimmers who taught me to swim (real lap swimming not just sloshing around in water) very early. I miss pools, and lakes and rivers and oceans….yes the Arkansas river runs through Denver, but it is a small meandering bit of wet.)
More friends have sent me current pictures of themselves since mine went up in my profile…
Some natural medicinals actually have worked for me…I was immersed in a lot of traditional medicine when I was younger, so I have viewed alternative therapies with a combination of keen interest and wary suspicion.
Echinacea for asthma and cranberry capsules for tummy trouble, as well as fennel and or peppermint tea…I haven’t given up my prescribed medicines…just added to them. I feel safer using a combination approach.
Just for the “fair and balanced” crowd…I can say that some have not worked at all for me…St John’s wort and kava are supposed to aid in depression and they had no effect at all when I tried them. Also goldenseal was a no show…
Also a blogger friend Goldfish put up a really sweet description of their daily life…
So, the moral of the story is, when you sit down to type a grumpy blogpost, sometimes good things get in the way 🙂
To a podcast by writer Ben Matlin.
Who says the afterlife won’t be the place where the disabled are “released” from life, from their physical limitations. He says it won’t be the place where he can walk.
It will be the place where it *doesn’t matter* if he cannot walk.
When several not so good things happen at once, the mind just races and gets stuck on the same spot, and loops back, rather like an old vinyl record with a scratch or a cd with a defect.
Work, any kind of work, is a boon at those times, because it *forces* the mind away from the negative detail that it got “stuck ” on. So I am grateful for what people with careers call “just a job.” it saves me from galloping anxiety during working hours.
Not something I can discuss here, but there may be some downtime for the blog for a bit…
I’ll be back when my overloaded head is back down to processing just one thing at a time…
Check out the author
here regarding some early experience and impact of Medicare Part D.
And, since I’ve been a bit out of the loop this week I’m just now noticing that the President has turned his focus towards health care.
I do approve of the portion of his plan that would allow for more portability in health care plans when one moves from job to job, and that’s about all I’ll say on that.
I *want* universal health care in this country. However practically speaking, I think the only thing that would eventually work is all the private insurers set up as a risk pooling team to provide catastrophic coverage to uninsured citizens, along with stopping further cuts to the rolls of Medicare and Medicaid.
I’ll also say something unpopular. In the here and now, where this will not happen, if someone is on low income and needs care and simply cannot pay for it…make sure to stay aware of :
1. Any public health clinics in your area that provide free or minimal cost primary care, based on income. Contact the local Department of Public Health and get aggressive until you know where you can go for primary care.
2. If you have a day Monday-Friday that you can spend waiting on a bureacracy go to your county Health and Human Services office. They should be able to tell you in plain speaking what programs you can qualify for and which you cannot.
and I will not make a habit of *that.* Phew am I tired. (might be because I consumed one eight ounce glass of unsweetned soy milk between 5:30 am this morning and 6:45 this evening…off to a normal dinner and sleep early.
I did find this one article in the Boston Globe
Public Transit v. NABB
Other cities have been able to reach a compromise when historic neighborhood preservation meets need for accessibility.
Here’s hoping they can as well.