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Monday, September 30, 2013

Remembering Michelle

Last week, I walked into the corporate office for a certain healthcare company.  As I passed the first office, the lady inside waved and said to me, "Hi, Michelle!"  I was puzzled, but just said hi in return.  I was waiting for someone else when the first lady came out and started apologizing to me for calling me the wrong name.  She said, "I know your name is Rhonda, and I don't know why I said that."  She went on to explain to me that in her life, Michelle was has been her best friend since childhood.  Something about me reminded her of her dear friend.  I told her about my childhood friend, Michelle, who moved away after 6th grade.  I had the honor to briefly recount how we had met again at about age 21.  I was looking for a job at the place where she was at the reception desk.  She recognized me before I knew who she was, but we were friends from that moment forward, just as if no time had passed.  After she got married and I moved, we lost touch for a long time, but I have recently found old emails from her, reaching out to me as I was going through some health issues.  I told my new acquaintance that my friend had passed away in 2011.  I was tempted to be a little sad bringing up these memories, but it struck me that it was a great moment to honor Michelle.  As I thought of her through the rest of the day,  it made me chuckle to recall those times;  the days that we thought we were waiting for life to happen to us and just passing the time until IT arrived (whatever IT was).  We were seriously overgrown little girls happy to spend time watching Anne of Green Gables 147,000 times, giggling, and complaining about our lives a bit, but mostly just being happy.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Kevin MD: Listening to nurses is key to being a good doctor.

I read a blog post on  Kevin is a doctor, and he gives advice to physicians on how to make their lives easier: Listen to nurses.  A line in the post regarding having a difficult day where the nurse added him to her patient list struck me.  It reminds me of a resident who did her training at Children's when I was there.

Dr. Laurie was having a rough day.  I was working night shift, and I had to call her to report some significant changes in a patient.  She arrived to the floor where I was working, and she was nearly in tears.  She hadn't slept in 24 hours, and she had 12 more hours to be on call.  I told her what I needed for the patient (yes, I dictated the orders as she wrote them).  Since she was probably the most pleasant resident I'd ever worked with, I was concerned about her.  So, the rapid fire of assessment questions came flying out of my mouth (I can't help it.  I'm always triaging and assessing).  When did you last eat?  When did you have something to drink?  When did you stop to pee?  She didn't remember when she had done anything to take care of herself, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.  I went to the cafeteria to get food and drink, and I made the suggestion that she go to the bathroom.  She objected to me buying her food, and I ignored the objections, and I went anyway.  She sent me with her cafe coupons, and I came back with food and a drink for her.  The tears slid out of her eyelids, to the corners of her eyes and spilled down her cheeks (but, only for a minute).  She was amazed that in such a busy night, "the nurse is taking care of me."  I cared for her because she was always good to me, respectful, and sharing her freshly learned knowledge.

Here's a link to Kevin MD's article:

Friday, September 20, 2013

At sunset, light begins to fade away

Clearing energy for another day
Time and space are close at hand
The city bears witness
Of the moon taking its stand
To guard the earth from total dark
As we pass through night with starlit spark
Until the sun rises again

Gothic church
The History
Not so pretty
Can we see
Things change
And remain the same
Selling to tourists
Selling indulgences
Devoted pilgrims
Salesmen for priests
Peddling a gospel
Keeping enslaved
Pilgrims, devotees
The coffers are full
The present is the history

Both Ways?

Either or
Neither nor
Don't know what for
Have to choose which way to go
Two paths at once?
I don't know

Monday, September 9, 2013

Out of the delirium and on with life


In a delirium, on a ride
Traveling through colors
Going down a slide
Neither awake nor asleep
Not in a dream
What the BLEEP?
I don’t know what’s happening
Tell me again why I’m here
I understood you but can’t comprehend
I’m confused and in pain
Say it again
You told me to be quiet
I can’t manage that, somehow
The processor isn’t processing
Don’t you get it now?
I’m not on drugs, but damn near dead
Can’t you get that through your head?
Tell me what happened and help me with my pain
You cut my clothes.  I was worried about a stain!
I got mustard on my new top
It doesn’t matter now
Just make the pain stop

Thanks to everyone who was with me during that acute
delirium phase.  I'm not the same as before, for better and
for worse.  Currently, life is good, and it seems that I'm still
finding my way to me.

Monday, September 2, 2013


I found lots of inspiration during the time I traveled.  Now, I still have photos.  Missing from the New Mexico photos is the feeling of altitude.  That with the open sky always made me feel that I was in a different layer of the Earth's atmosphere.

Desert Sky

A place where the earth meets the sky
O how the time goes by
Somehow, it actually gets lost
Out in the desert alone with your thoughts
Not a mirage while dying of thirst
But daydream-like and cloud-like
They could almost burst
Imagining is for the soul like nourishment and candy
Living in the ethers, yet two feet planted
Where the Earth meets the sky