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Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Well. That mindfulness session was not what I expected. It was much more like talk therapy. No meditation or floor sitting or chiming gongs involved. It was perhaps explained badly to me. I wasn't interested in doing any more talk therapy, but there I was, and the therapist was easy to talk to and cry to, so. For now I'll see her every two weeks. On va voir.
Crying releases endorphins. I'm kinda relaxed and sleepy now. My willpower was at zero on the way home, leading to Bojangles chicken and fries. There's a thunderstorm happening now, and the Cat Leo can't decide if it's more important to hide from the noise or steal my chicken.
So I am sitting here in the hard plastic hospital chair watching my mom and step-dad snore. Using his slow laptop. I had come over on Saturday for my sister's birthday not planning to stay more than the weekend and when I arrived she told me Mom had just gone to the hospital.
Several things going on. She was admitted for chest pain, but the source not really determined though it has subsided. So many tests. No cardiac event. All clear there, except her pulse was in the 40s and 30s which causes concern and bells on the monitors. They decided a couple of the heart meds she has taken for years cause decreased heart rate so they stopped them. Got up to the 50s a couple times today. Obviously still have to pay attention there. Then they aren't sure whether her pneumonia from a couple weeks ago is gone or not or if it is just scar tissue on the x-ray. So more drugs for that. Then they did a swallow test because they think she may be aspirating food/fluid into her lungs perhaps due to her curvature. Yeah, there is a pocket there causing that issue, so PT to learn how to eat/talk/swallow to best avoid issues.
Short version: if you are going to live to 90-100 or so it gets complex. I think she will be okay and released and stuff. Also the doctor that basically told her "what do you expect at your age" is super lucky DH wasn't here or his jaw would be broken. The rest of the doctors and staff have been great.
Epic, my thoughts have been with you all day. So much ~ma.
Wow, Laura. ~ma your way.
That sounds pretty good, Zen.
Health~ma for your mom too, Laura! It's Mothers Stay Out of the Hospital Day.
THE MAN I MARRIED IS WHAT IS WRONG WITH AMERICA.
YOU ARE THE BRIDE OF WHAT IS WRONG WITH AMERICA.
Lots of ~ma for your mom, Laura.
Lots of ~ma for your mom, Laura
Well. That mindfulness session was not what I expected. It was much more like talk therapy. No meditation or floor sitting or chiming gongs involved.
Zen, that's not what I would have expected either. I hope it was productive .
I feel like it was productive. Maybe because this lady isn't a therapist per se, she's a Nurse Practitioner who's moved her specialty from women's health to this holistic "treating the whole person" newfangled deal. So instead of me talking to someone who's just listening and occasionally saying something kinda helpful, she's engaged and responding normally, and it felt more like a conversation with a human than the wailing into a dispassionate void that therapy usually feels like to me. Does that make sense?
In my job, we are starting to make a training course for NPs on this sort of thing. I played a patient in a scenario we videotaped, and she ( the NP) was amazing. Since we were improving, I was actually talking about my real issues, although I was playing someone much more reluctant to talk, but I felt like she was really listening and respond Ning to me, mote than I had with a therapist.