I am sitting at my computer….working. I go to Facebook to waste time and click on a story that leads me to WP. My notification bell has a light. Today is my 5 year anniversary. Maybe this post will lead me back to posting more often. Maybe I can stop working every night because software writers and and insurance companies will suddenly stop conspiring to make medical paperwork inexplicably time consuming.
For those in the White House:
Я сижу за компьютером … работаю. Я хожу в Фейсбук, чтобы тратить время и нажимать на историю, которая ведет меня к WP. У моего звонка есть свет. Сегодня мой пятилетний юбилей. Может быть, этот пост приведет меня к отправке чаще. Может быть, я могу перестать работать каждую ночь, потому что программисты и страховые компании внезапно прекратят замышлять превращать медицинские документы в необъяснимые затраты времени.
I wonder how accurate Google translate is with sarcasm?
Just as I was about to go on a Twitter tirade over all the blind hate tweets, I remembered something I saw 20 years ago.
As luck would have it, YouTube has everything.
Always remember to laugh.
A few weeks back I took a nap. I was in my car. The car was in my open garage.
I woke to a noise but did not look. I was comfortable. The car was locked. I wasn’t moving.
There was news of a bear prowling around the neighborhood. The bear had made the noise.
The next week I could not find my hedge trimmers. There were multiple reports of stealing out of unlocked cars. There were reports of items disappearing from porches.
My policy for lost items is that they will come back to me eventually. The lost item suddenly appears. It may take an hour. It may take a month.
Three weeks later I could not find my trimmer. My plants are overgrown. Maybe the neighborhood thief took the trimmer.
I spent a week thinking ‘the guy’ took the trimmer. The noise was from him. It was not from the bear.
Guess what I just found.
I have had a hard time finding a way to explain why I am even on a search for better health. I needed to be able to explain it to myself. I was not as concerned about what others thought. It never really occurred to me to try to explain it outside my own ego.
When fighting Lyme and company, there has always seemed to be something just not right. We are missing a puzzle piece somewhere. Various infections, hormones, nutrition….it always seems much more difficult and complicated than it should be.
I believe that I have found a way to explain it to myself. The theory will not fix anything but thought I should share it in case anyone else could use it.
The Rose Theory
I first moved into my house over 10 years ago. As a new home owner I was excited to fix up things and put to use all of those hours spent watching home improvement shows. One thing that I really wanted was a beautiful rose bush. It was a peace rose. I tended to it as Google said I should. I watered it often but careful not to over water it. I sought advice on what fertilizer to use and when to apply it. I made sure it received all the nutrients it needed. I trimmed it as directed. I was very attentive to its every need. If I was doing everything just right, there were a few beautiful blooms as a reward.
Thought I would share what most of my weekends involve. I think I will get a new shirt to wear on the weekends, “Would Rather be Blogging.” I have forgotten who first shared this…but thank you!
If anyone knows a talented programmer that would like to be rich beyond belief, please tell them to come up with a medical record system!!
What are you up to this weekend? Have a good one!
A couple of months back I had a purple sweet potato that was way past its prime. As I was walking it to the bin, I spotted a paper cup that needed tossing. I picked it up and like chocolate in peanut butter (old TV ad) a marriage was made.
Two weeks sitting by the sink with an occasional splash of water and it had become root bound. I walked it out to a corner of the yard and stuck in the ground.
Tonight I dined!
Have a great week!
**no endorsement of cooking on aluminum but it saves energy on cleaning.