my writing schedule today, so far…
* sleep in. can I ever get enough sleep on these gray, drizzly days in the fall, in Portland? apparently not. I think I slept 11 hours last night. It was like magic.
* husband takes kids to school and goes to work. House is quiet. I can write now. Since I’m wide-awake and all. Instead…
* go for acupuncture. talk with doc re: cupping technique. My lungs (after 2 rounds of antibiotics, steroids, herbal teas, meditation, cardio, yoga, hot showers, sleep, stress reduction, drinking enough water) still were not anywhere near clear. Wheezing, coughing, etc. After cupping? Clear. Not totally, completely clear, but as close to “clear” as they have been in some time.
* I curse mold; damp; mildewy leaves; my old house; various allergies; asthma diagnosis.
* talk with doc re: large circular bruises on my upper back cuz of cupping and my husband’s “freak-out episode” when he saw them. “What the hell? I mean, what the hell?” etc. (glass cups are heated with fire and stuck on your back. It sounds crazy but feels great.) (also the doc pounded on my back and massaged it, and threw a bunch of needles into me.)
* I love acupuncture. I do not love herbal concoctions they taste nasty, even if you combine them with raspberry tea.
* Writing? Writing. Leave doc’s, ignore coffee houses, come home.
* dishes, laundry, coffee, talk with painter re: our kitchen floor. It’s tragic, the floor. Ugly vinyl, banged up, doesn’t meet at edges, doesn’t look clean no matter how much it’s mopped. Do we replace the floor? Painter knows someone, gives me their number.
* I curse the kitchen floor.
* Wacky Cats 2 & 3 in a fight. I curse the cat (the kitten, he’s a thumper) and put him outside. He tears out the door and is now stalking birds.
* More coffee. Time for lunch. No time for lunch, will write.
* It’s noon. Write.
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Primum non nocere — First, do no harm.
This is a basic tenet of western medicine. It seems like a good ethical basis from which to depart when practicing medicine.
December 6th, 2007 | #
I am so jealous of your sleep. I long for the holidays! I quit work then, too.
Our guy uses bamboo instead of glass cups, and he is a genius. We have been telling the kids that he is an octopus under the sea for years.
December 7th, 2007 | #