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Recent events as well as my foray into the world of doctors has got me to thinking about how we rely on the medical establishment to fix us and what it means to actually be broken. Over the past several decades, most people in this country have come to rely on doctors more often and for more and more problems. I don’t want to get into the politics of this here. For now it’s enough to say that our current ideas of what is healthy and what isn’t has turned health care in this country into a massive industry with the power to control much of our lives from cradle to coffin.
and i don’t like it
Doctoring, as with most things in the 21st century, is highly impersonal and disconnected from nature and the natural order of things. Our society has little tolerance for illness of any sort and if there’s so much of a hint that an illness is rooted in or even influenced by emotion, you might as well just give up the idea that you have a say in how you will be treated. No, no “options” for you. You will be analyzed, medicated and if you don’t do as your told, institutionalized for your own good. Check your freedom at the clinic door.
When a child is born in today’s modern world, before she is suckled she is tested and given a score. Apgar scores are happily announced along with sex and weight as if this were a grand accomplishment. She will be tested, scored and ranked through every stage of growth. Throughout her life she will be dictated to by doctors, schools and government programs forcing vaccinations, drugs to control acne, weight, behavior and mood. She will have her teeth straightened, hormones adjusted, wrinkles erased, and tummy and titties tucked and tweaked. And when she’s ready to die, she will be denied dignity and her body embalmed and vaulted against decay.
We need to come to grips with this incredible mass denial of our nature. We will not live better through chemistry and if we hope to truly understand what is normal we need to get back to the true nature of things. To nature itself. One way to do this is to redefine our relationship with the health care industry, taking back our power, and maybe even work on our personal and collective definition of what is normal and healthy.
With this in mind, I’d like to offer my personal quick guide to when it is necessary to enlist the aid of a doctor or other health care services, because, they do have their place and when restricted to the things they do well, we all benefit greatly. Mainstream medicine is really really good at dealing with things that are broken. Doctors and hospitals are at their best when dealing with emergency situations and acute conditions. They suck at chronic ailments, non-life threatening conditions and any sort of long-term health care.
So here is my general guide on when to see a doctor.
* Emergencies such as: heart attack, stroke, shock, anaphylaxis or other uncontrollable allergic reactions.
* Accidents which result in trauma such as head trauma, broken bones, gaping wounds, massive bleeding, etc.
* Animal or human bites, mauling.
* Fevers over 104 degrees.When to see a psychologist/psychiatrist:
* suicidal without good reason (i.e., when it is not a quality of life situation resulting from terminal illness).Minor or common non-life threatening illnesses are best left to the wisdom of our own bodies to heal. We can help ourselves and others with comfort care–teas, soups, soft blankets, kind words, kisses on the forehead. Minor accidents can be taken care of by cleaning the wound, applying heat or cold, healing salves (best if made by you or an herbalist or wise woman).
Chronic conditions are best left to common sense, herbalists, wise women, body workers (massage therapists, reiki practitioners, acupuncture/acupressure, etc.). If all this fails to help and drastic measures are needed (i.e., drugs, surgery) then by all means, avail yourself of what is out there in mainstream medicine, but this should be your last resort, not your first.
There’s one thing I have not address and that is cancer. There is so much mythology, fear and loathing that comes with cancer that it is important for each of us faced with this particular dance to make her/his own decision as how to approach treatment. There is a wealth of information out there but very little of it not under the control of the AMA and pharmaceutical companies, but there are alternative approaches that can be used along with or instead of chemo, radiation and surgery. You just have to decide for yourself what is best for you.
But then, that is true of all things. What we need to be reminding ourselves of is that there are different approaches and we don’t have to give up our rights and our power to deal with our ills.
One last thing…
It is NORMAL to feel sick, unhappy, unloved, grief-stricken, or downright miserable for no fuckin reason at times. I don’t know where the notion came from that we must always be happy and satisfied, but it’s a really dumb thing to think. Our society does not want us to feel bad (emotionally or physically) and when we do feel bad, we are supposed to get over it within a few days or maybe a week or two, but then that’s it. Back to happy. Well, it ain’t so and it is disastrous to deny our sadness, anger or grief. There’s a reason people suffer anxiety attacks and depression–it’s time to slow down or stop everything we’re doing so that we can heal. We need to not fear the shadow side of things. We need to move through it just like we need to move through the stages of a common cold.
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so this is a cool thing. it’s a little javascripty thing that you can add to your website. anyone clicking on it will get the phase of the moon for their time zone. it’s free, gives a little astrological info on the moon and does a bit of hawking for it’s software.
CURRENT MOONvar ccm_cfg = { pth:’http://www.moonmodule.com/cs/’, fn:’ccm_v1.swf’, lg:’en’, hs:1, tc:’FFFFFF’, bg:’000000′, mc:”, fw:103, fh:151.8, js:0, msp:0 }
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couldn’t take the orange anymore. there seems to be a problem customizing colors when editing the lj display–at least in the style i’ve been using. i think i’m going to do a major overhaul on this thing…i’m bored and annoyed with this display.
til then, we’re going for a bit o beige.
very blahadded note (9/27/06): well, i find this new display reasonable. LJ does need to fix their color editing feature for S2 templates. The only way to change colors is to type in the hexidecimal number–you can’t manipulate the color picker feature at all in any of the styles and i’m just too lazy to go with the more customizable S1 route.
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My younger son, Jesse turned 25 years old on Tuesday, September 19. We got together on Wednesday to celebrate in our own low-key way. For his present, Jess wanted to be taken clothes shopping. Apparently, everything he owns has holes in revealing places and needs replacing. His uncle recommended the Nordstrom Rack in King of Prussia.
Neither Jesse nor I like shopping for anything, but we especially hate shopping at the mall, so we figured this store might be a way out of that. No such luck. The Rack is a great square warehouse-type place jammed with racks and racks of the most awful looking clothing I’ve ever seen. The colors were nauseating, the styles from somewhere deep in the well of bad taste and the stuff just looked dirty. Lennie had told Jess that you had to really look through the jammed racks to find anything decent, but we found that just too traumatizing. Maybe if you are the kind who loves both shopping and the thrill of finding a bargain in a tacky haystack of textiles, but not us.
So, appalled and broken, we headed to the mall. We went to Penney’s and grabbed a pair of jeans, 3 pairs of cargo pants, socks and underwear. We tried to find shirts of the long-sleeved tee variety, but they all had messages written on them in large letters and Jess dislikes wearing other people’s words. We got out of Penney’s for under $200 and figured we’d find shirts and one of those warm, fleecy jackets for Fall at EMS, but alas, EMS is no longer living at the mall. Fine store. I’ll miss it.
Arriving home, Jesse felt the need to wash the mall off, so he showered and changed into his new jeans. His food wish for his birthday was sushi and sake, so Brni and I took him to the Hana. Jesse downed 3 spicy crunchy tuna rolls on his own, plus some sashimi, miso soup and other fishy delights. The boy was hungry.
It is becoming a rare event, spending time with either of my children. Michael is in Japan for the next two years and though Jess only lives about 10 miles away, I hardly ever see or speak to him. I miss being a part of their lives and they of mine. But that is the way of things and there’s not much use in bemoaning what can’t be changed. Children grow up and parents blink back the years.
But, we had, I think, a lovely day.
Happy birthday, Jesse. Your mother loves you dearly.
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[please note: i’ve sinced changed the entire look of the journal–so the color change is a bit misleading]
(so i thought i’d go for some fall colors in my journal)Tomorrow is the last day of summer — the fall equinox. I feel as though these seasonal changes should be noted somehow, marked or celebrated. I’m tired of the prescribed, commercial holidaze that are foisted upon us. Holidaze that are full of obligations that are meaningless to me.
As summer winds down and I begin to put the outside work to rest for the winter, I look forward to planning quiet activities like studying, art, reading, writing and cooking warm, hearty meals. But my winter endeavors are overshadowed by the demands of the holidaze. The traditional jockeying of Thanksgiving dinner — do we go to Brni’s parent’s place or have a quiet meal at home, maybe with friends? Not likely, that second choice. It’s not a secret that dinner at their house is usually filled with an odd assortment of barely edible food; Brni’s brother is always surly and his mother annoying. It’s not horrible, sometimes even a bit fun, but it’s absolutely not how I want to spend a holiday of Thankfulness. The only person there I am truly thankful for is Brni, so why do we do this?
Dinner at my house means going back and forth with Brni’s mother about having a second dinner for Thanksgiving at her house instead of just accepting that we won’t be there. Or, why don’t I cook and have them all over here? NO! After the fiasco of having them all over to our house for a traditional Thanksgiving dinner and bringing down the curse of the Turkey upon our heads, I swore I’d never again sacrifice a bird for unthankful people.
Then there’s my dad. It’s the same thing every year. We can’t just be home alone, because then my dad is alone. We can’t go away because then my dad is alone. Why have I been given the roll of my dad’s keeper? He never took care of me when I was growing up. He preferred drinking and gambling to saving for his children’s future. And now, I have to care for him as if he deserved it. Sounds harsh, but he is a really selfish, dirty, demanding, manipulative old man who is going senile and somehow that makes me responsible. Yes, I resent it and I’m even bitter about it. And I feel guilty because, despite it all, I love him and feel very sorry for his loneliness at the end of his years. It tears my heart and during the holidaze it’s impossible to ignore.
Then there’s xmas. The worst. It starts with xmas eve. My aunt knows that I have a big open house party for my friends on xmas day, but she insists on an exchange of presents on xmas eve. Brni’s family also insist on our presence at their house to exchange presents. They know that I work very hard because this is the only party we do every year. It’s an open invitation to all our friends to come anytime on xmas day and stay as long as they wish, just to be together.
So, there’s no respect for my time or wishes if it gets in the way of this obnoxious exchange of things that no one needs or wants.
Every year I request that we stop this wholesale exchange of presents. A trinket or a card is all that’s needed if you are so compelled, but buying tons of gifts for grown people just because you did so when they were little is absurd and wasteful. We do not need any more crap than we already have. And, if you really want to give me something, come to my party! Or pick a different day than the day before my only party of the year.
All I want to do is give my children, Brni and my sister a little something that is from my heart to theirs. I’d like to find something or make something for someone just because, not because it’s expected. Something happy, heartfelt, meaningful or just silly. A token of love to brighten a long winter solstice night — not a bunch of junk for a commercialized xtian holiday that means nothing to me.
I have thought and thought about it over and over, year after year, and still, I can’t find a way out of all this. A way to say no, this is not what I do, not what I ascribe to; but I want to do it in a way that is not hurtful to those who expect all this from me, and in a way they will respect. It is impossible.
I’m 55 years old and I want to break away from all this craziness and live my life my way. Others do it. I’ve heard about them. How do they do it? I need to know because I am 55 and I don’t have a shitload of time left.
Well, I had no idea that this would come out of my intended post about the fall equinox and the change to the colors of Halloween.
*heh*
major bitch from left field.I must be experiencing residual emotional goofiness from the epidural I had on Monday.
*grain of salt*