Mandala for Mubin by me, Mary Stebbins Taitt click image to view larger |
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.
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 1:00 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.)
3 comments:
Sending a hug over the internet.
There is a massive difference between sharing how you are feeling andn complaining Mary. You are sharing how you are feeling and I am so saddened to learn of this continuing intolerable position you find your health in. I'll continue to send....
Love the "piece"!
Thanks so much jo(e) and John! I need all the hugs and healing I can get!!! Please keep sending!!!
Sorry John, I missed this when I left the comment on your blog.
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