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  • I find mandalas really soothing.

    I made this one, just now, to calm myself.
  • A number of years ago, when I still lived in upstate NY and worked as a Planetarium Director (and other jobs) at the MOST, The Museum of Science and Technology in Syracuse, NY, I got a bad case of pink-eye.

    It was going around the museum, and there was no way to keep every surface of the controls in the planetarium clean.

    I went to the doctor, Dr. Fazio--I liked Dr, Fazio, and he gave me antibiotic drops to put in my eye. My eye got worse. I went back to the doctor. He said I had an allergic reaction to the drops. He gave me some other drops for the allergies.

    My eye got worse.
  • He gave me yet another set of drops.

    My eyes got worse.

    I was a fright, and I worked with children. I could hardly see.
  • The nurse took me aside and said, put hot washcloths on your eyes.

    OH! What sweet relief. The problem cleared right up.
  • I wish there was a simple solution for my current medical issues.

    BUT the doctor says no.
  • I don't want to complain all the time, and I apologize if it seems as if I am.

    Diane, sweet Diane, says talking about what is going on with me is not the same as complaining.

    (What is complaining? Everyone thinks I'm complaining? Or is it just me?)


  • com·plain
    /kəmˈplān/
    Verb
    Express dissatisfaction or annoyance about a state of affairs or an event.
    State that one is suffering from (a pain or other symptom of illness): "he began to complain of headaches".
    Synonyms
    repine - grumble - lament - moan



    {I really WANT to moan (and do, when I'm alone).}
  • How much pain can a person take?

    NO, really, the question is, how much pain am I WILLING to take?

    It is 12:35 PM in Detroit, I have not had breakfast because I've been ameliorating the pain. Little by little, I've been doing my exercises. I
    have to stop in the middle sometimes and seek relief--a hot washcloth, applied to the part that hurts.

    I finally decided I needed to eat and went downstairs to make breakfast. I laid out the pan and get out eggs and vegetables, but
    the pain was too much for me. I am back up with the heating pad, without having actually started breakfast.

    The pain was too much. (I am at my lowest weight in several years. This is a good thing, but the pain and hunger are not.)

    The doctor says, no pain meds, other than ibuprofens.

    I have become an invaid. I can't go anywhere, do anything. I am canceling appointments, classes, activities. I feel sad.

    And lonely.
  • Image: Mandala for BW, by me, from scratch (on photoshop) this morning.

    (I stare at it again and it really does make me feel better.)
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