If only I went to the dentist on the right day….
December 29, 2009
Frankly, the telephone call at one in the morning should have tipped me off that my day or dentist appointment would hold a glitch. Yes, one after midnight calling from a restricted number.
If the call to my cell had not been from a restricted number, I might have thought twice about answering.
If the young lady had not sounded so very professional when saying the words ‘to confirm your appointment’ I might not have listened further.
If I did not have an appointment that had not yet been confirmed, the one at eight in the morning for my dental work, I might not have listened.
If the message had not been so well timed with the punch line toward the end of the professional notice, I might not have listened.
If the message was about anything other than an appointment verification for dog poo clearing, I might not have laughed later. The Dog Poo Company confirming a three in the afternoon schedule to clean up all the dog poo in my yard.
If I had thought it was at all funny in the moment, I might not have dialed in her ear. Next time I will use my megaphone siren.
So I lost sleep, then had to get up and go to the dentist appointment.
Wrong day, right time.
If I had not skipped the Renee Zellweger movie after the holiday dinner the night before in order to get to sleep early enough.
If the appointment did not require rising at four thirty in the morning on the fourth to the shortest day of the year.
If it had not been snowing little icy flakes for three days.
If I had not chosen the wrong door for my drop off and had to cross the icy parking lot to the right building.
If Hubby had not gone on many errands so I had to await his return.
If the staff scheduler, who was willing to work me in the dentist’s schedule, had not said it would take one to three hours to maybe get me in a chair.
If only one person in that waiting room had empathy with my predicament. You know how it is when a herd of cows are grazing and one falls over dead? Well, maybe you don’t. The rest of the herd just keeps doing what they were doing even though they lived their entire lives with the now deceased cow. That is how detached a waiting room of patients can act when someone just might get in front of them in schedule, especially if the intruder is there on the wrong day.
If I had not skipped my coffee and breakfast and had to sit there for an hour.
If I had not arranged my entire day to spend the wrong morning with the dentist.
If hubby were not on three to eleven shift.
If we did not have to do this again the next morning…..
Then perhaps acceptance would be easier to come by. Right?
My daughter was discussing acceptance with me a few days ago. Just accepting that, for example, the eggs are over hard instead of over easy when over easy and dippy was the way I ordered them. Enjoy and really accept over hard eggs with no runny yolk. Fake it until you make it.
But if one has enough days like this one of being on time for the dentist on the wrong day – and has been served dozens and dozens of over hard eggs in their life, then acceptance is an elusive, difficult choice. Especially when age fifty-three and rising.
Now, my daughter is wise. But because she is less than half my age she is also still wide-eyed as she teaches me to accept just like I tried to teach her to accept life. I taught her that this too shall pass, that keep it simple silly was the best thing she could do, that when one door closes then another one opens. I taught her that acceptance is a key to all life’s problems.
So now that I am buggered with irritation and racked with should’ve, would’ve, could haves… now she will remind me. Then one day, when she has had enough over hard eggs with no runny yolk for her toast, and when finally I, on the other hand, have given up entirely in trying to get anything to be my way – especially my eggs – then I will remind her of the ease of a life with complete and total acceptance.
I will remember then the sunshine that does come out of days like this.
If I had not had a morning of being on time for a dentist appointment I did not have then I would not have had a wonderful breakfast with Hubby and his sister, she who rescued me from the dentist office. I would never have had time for five cups of holiday coffee or to enjoy her Christmas tree with all the unique ornaments.
I know I have probably said this far too often, but once again, this blog would not have been so easy to write, if I had been at the dentist on the right day.
Essa Adams is the author of ‘A Breath Floats By‘ a.k.a. penname Thayne Hudson. She writes Women’s Fiction Blog, Pet Skunk Medicine and authors ESSA Natural.
Turquoise Autumn
November 9, 2009
The startling turquoise of the sky behind russet and golden leaves made me think of my mother the moment I opened my eyes this morning.
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Mom has been gone for over a decade but the colours of autumn always bring the best of memories. These colours were of the favorite dress I ever had. She sewed the dresses like crazy to be done for holiday, one for her, one for me, one for my sister. The material was crisp, medium plaid with azure and turquoise running with rust, bark, golds, maple, wheat colours. I think she thought that plaid the loveliest material ever too.
Autumn means to me, Mom at her finest. She was a vivacious, wild card, yet Martha Stewart-type. A wild card, period. Ask the family. But she was down-to-earth. The farmer heritage ran through-and-through.
She never stopped harvesting. Rhubarb, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, peaches, apples, grapes. The vegetable garden, her gardens. I think an acre with everything consolidated.
The best ever, I think, was Mom stealing walnuts from the farmer. Well, the tree did stand by the road. The walnuts did fall in the middle of the road. They did stay there for days on end after they fell.
But every year we stole them. She rushed in with the back of the car right by those walnuts. Hurry Hurry. Out we would jump, us two girls, sometimes our cousins or a friend. We would throw the walnuts into a box in the trunk and she sped us away. Us innocent children fearing arrest.
Did I say she was a wild card? She was a light. In those moments, she was a light.
Every year we dumped walnuts from the farmer’s tree on our driveway. She would drive over and over them, crushing off the shells. Then she wore gloves as she cracked them with a hammer and brick, and we dug the walnut meats out with darning needles. Glass jars of walnuts were on our shelf all winter.
You know what that meant. The first batch was chocolate walnut fudge and buttered popcorn. The beginning of the holiday spree. Like I said, a wild Martha Stewart, never-ending of baking and decorating. Those were Mom’s good days.
Turquoise autumn sky. Dad hauling huge pumpkins to the front yard that she had milk-fed. Time to deal with the chickens before winter. Pruning grapes, digging bulbs. She could wear long sleeves again, she hated short sleeves anyway. The last chance to get out and see some friends before winter snows kept her in the county.
But mostly, it was all about that dress.
Essa Adams
Essayist, writer, novelist.
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Swine Flu – A Personal Episode
October 22, 2009
I HAD SWINE FLU BEFORE THEY CALLED IT
I take this very seriously though I am a tongue-in-cheek communicator.
In early February 2009, I got sick. We are talking really really not well.
It started as tired. I remember thinking, ‘Why am I so tired every morning?’ I could not think of getting up before ten or eleven even though hubby was home on vacation. Then my body started to fill with fluid and I wondered if I had congestive heart failure.
Then the Swine Flu permeated my body so I could no longer stay in denial. I did not know it was H1N1 until long after recovery. Which was a long way off. I am pretty convinced it came to me through a Chicago connection who works with hundreds of people each day. Now that we hear what people experience with the H1N1 virus, I am certain I encountered this way back then. It was unlike any other flu and I am fifty-two.
FLU PERSONALITIES
Each flu virus is different. Then, in each person it takes a new approach. The same but different. Fever, chills, aches, nausea, loss of appetite.
Yes, intestinal aggravations and vomiting can be a complication of the flu. But the intestinal symptoms on their own are not really flu because the way I see it…. flu is about a raging infection of the very glands whose job it is to grab the infection and fight it…. with copious discharge of the glands, ultimate bronchial congestion, endless cough to dislodge infectious phlegm from body, consequent breathing difficulty, and even fluid in the lungs.
That is why intestinal complications are referred to as ‘intestinal flu’. And these are serious as they can cause dehydration and that is most serious of all. Dehydration is when the body dries up and the infection rages higher.
MY FLU PERSONALITY
My Swine Flu was all about the throat. Like strep only without the crown-to-the-floor-nailing headache I always used to get with strep before I kicked it for good using my own special home remedy. Perhaps I did not feel the other symptoms at first, except the tired part, because of my natural remedies, I don’t know, can’t call it. For me, it was the throat.
With this flu, February 2009, my throat was on fire, I could not begin to want to drink water but I forced myself.
THEN THE PHLEGM AND COUGH
Then came the phlegm drainage of the swollen glands in my neck which brought the constant cough. I wanted to not cough but the cough was never-ending, day and night. And coughing is to protect us from taking the phlegm into our bodies even deeper, coughing purpose is to get it out. So I tried to never take anything to stop the cough. In short, I worked with it. Drank as much as water as possible to keep the bronchial loose and phlegm thin so I could cough it out.
Not pretty, but the phlegm and undulating infection is what the plague was all about. If they got through that, the pneumonia was next.
AFTER FLU WATCH FOR PNEUMONIA – THE KILLER KIND
Me, I could not breathe at one point, but we are not there yet. I was at the point of pneumonia when I called the doctor though.
I went to a stupid doctor who could get me in before the weekend. What is it with me and doctors anyway? He told me I had a cold. If I had strep, he did not test. Just gave me antibiotics which I did not take. Could he not see I was grey as cement, no air, no oxygen, no nothing left to give to this flu fight.
I left the stupid doctor’s office and went to the natural health store. Should have gone there first, I realize. Got more blackberry syrup as an effective phlegm expectorant. Some cranberry concentrate for the bronchial and breathing, and that helped some but I was in rought shape by then. Got some teas for nutrition. Some homeopathics to continue to follow my other symptoms. Home to try to live. But I really was having a hard time breathing.
That night during a snowstorm while hubby was at work on midnight shift – yes, he should not have gone that night, we know – I could not breathe well. I realized the suck-the-life-out-of-me energy going into the cough was taking my air, it was closing in, I was getting less and less air every time, coughing more sporadically. Asthma like.
I was ready to call an ambulance. Found a bottle of homeopathic remedy for asthma in my ‘cold and asthma’ tupperware box, thank goodness for organization. Took four pellets and the cough stopped in twenty seconds. Done, gone. Breathing normal.
My throat still hurt like hell. But I could breathe. Because now is was all about the oxygen.
I had to use the asthma homeopathic remedy a few more times. This was a combination I had purchased four years before on a whim, even though I do not clinically have asthma.
RECOVERY – OR NOT
Then it was all about the recovery. I was wrung out like an old washrag.
Could not walk across the house without gasping. Dishes wore me out, I was exhausted. I continued to sleep lengthy hours, forced myself to shower, it was so hard. That’s what walking pneumonia can do. I didn’t even have that.
The men from hubby’s work got this too, said they could not walk half a block without sitting down, it was the most debilitating they ever experienced. It was the most extreme I ever experienced too.
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Hubby, not so much. He got it and with the homeopathics he used he was able to not feel so much, stay strong and think he was infallible. When he went in to work with it the guys tried to kill him.
SELF SHIELD – SELF PRESERVE – SELF RESPONSIBILITY
There are many ways to protect yourself from flu, any flu. I wish I had started earlier, not been wondering so long what was wrong.
1) Colloidal silver – look up Natural Health Solutions Nanosilver and others. Colloidal silver smothers the bad bacteria, leaving the good bacteria to fight for you.
2) Homeopathic choices are another way, they make the symptoms more subtle while the virus passes through the system… they do not make you well, just stronger. Get a good homeopath ahead of time. Homeopathic choices can be given prior to being exposed too, and at first onset if that is what is called for. Every person is a different candidate for a different choice, homeopaths understand.
3) Keep hydrated.
4) Do not dry up your cough either.
5) Keep a good asthmatic combination on hand for emergency. These are available at health stores and online shops.
FLU SHOT
Nope, I did not say do not get a flu shot. I absolutely will not say that. Though I will say I would rather go through what I did than risk a flu shot or the new vaccine that is untested. I did not say do not go to a medical practitioner. Though I would say I wish my very own practitioner had been around that week. I will never say what you can take, as I am not a medical practitioner. I will say this – plan ahead.
Yes, I am just saying….
Be prepared.
Have a plan prior.
Self shield.
Godspeed.
Stay strong.
What to do with dog poop? A ladylike essay…
October 10, 2009
WOMEN’S FICTION OR MYTH — We must never use dog poop to take out our frustrations on anyone.
A LADY-LIKE ESSAY
First, what to do with the neighbor’s dog poop?
- Recycle coffee cans for neighborly gifts. Fill them with dog poop destined for the dump where it acts as compost heat. Of course, when the sun beats down on a coffee can with a plastic lid, the ripeness is overwhelming and you might want to think twice about that lid ever coming off while in your yard. Deliver it to proper owner.
- Keep composted cans for our hydrangeas, mix with coffee grinds and cottonseed meal. Wear an oxygen mask. Cover fertilizer with decorative gravel or woodchips.
- Wing dog pile at side of neighbor’s garage. When it sticks you know they might get the idea.
An explanation may be in order. I will try to advocate this fine idea without giving away my brother’s identity.
- When the dog poop does not belong to your dog – that means we can all recognize what comes out of our dog and we find a dog pile in our yard that is not like the other. This usually happens in a pattern. Neighbor’s dog visits, does business, goes home. Neighbor does not wonder why his dog is constipated. They know full well dog is fine, they can see piles over the fence rotting in your backyard.
- But that’s okay, the neighbors know it will all come back to them. That is because when you go out and scoop your own dog piles you throw their dog piles back over the fence. You used to gingerly drop them over the side into a polite little mountain. But then you just started winging the pile to randomly fall where they may, after all that is the way you find them. One day you have had enough shit and give it a whirl off the shovel. Splat. On the side of the garage it sticks. Oops.
- What would you do? Scrape it off with a long stick? Use your power washer? Leave it? My brother smeared it with the stick, not intentionally, he did feel badly. Then he left it there all summer, seems the neighbors never came to that side of the garage to notice, never missed that pile at all. Finally, I want to belive with all my heart, that my sister-in-law, dear long-suffering woman, wearied of looking at it every evening when she retired to an iced tea on the patio. Perhaps she hosed it off. Perhaps bro did.
What to do with your own dog’s poop?
- Pick up before the lawn crew arrives. We only have the giant-sized to worry about. Nice tidy poop from eating highly digestible dog food. We always tred to get every bit, especially before the lawn crew comes to mow. Still, there was once a pile missed and the youngest guy mowed it. He’s mowing with a potentially deadly machine, for crying out loud. How can he miss a rock? Would he mow a rock? A Newfie dogpile is not boulder-size, but definitely noticeable. The lawn crew owner complained because his tractor and trailer and inside his truck was tracked up with dog poop. Don’t look at me. I wouldn’t have done it. If the kid had mowed a rock, he would have worse problems than smeary dog poop. Now we mow our own lawn.
- Install a second septic system just for the dogs. This is for townspeople with Newfoundland-sized dogs.
- Little plastic baggies, turn wrong side out, pick up stuff, turn right side out and zip closed. This is for city dwellers who walk dogs in the street while wearing their career threads. Biodegradeable plastic is environmentally-correct.
- Country dwellers. Some fill wheelbarrows and actually use their dog poop on the compost piles that feed the fruit trees. I wouldn’t want it on my vegetable garden, but this is ponderable use of fine energy, at the very least. Very eco-friendly.
- Country dwellers. Throw it onto the farmer’s field at the roadside without the plastic holding bag. Extremely eco-friendly. But the farmer might have an opinion.
- Wait until it freezes then rake it into piles and pick up. Beginning of September is when it starts at our house. Hubby tried it a few times. Oh yes. The one in charge of these piles is usually identifiable as a husband or teenage son-in-training to be a husband. Picker-upper must have unfailing hope anda positive attitude. a) Must hope for no rain. b) Must hope for no leaves on the piles of poop so the unaware woman of the house will not skate through the poop. c) Must hope for no leaves on the piles so the woman’s young children will not dive into the leaves and dog poop. No, we would not want that. d) Finally, the person in charge of the piles who decided to let them freeze before scooping must hope for a very short autumn to pull this off. This only works once a decade really. Once the visualization of the wife skating free-form through a pile of wet leaves over a few piles of dog poop, well there is no getting that out of your mind. So the person in charge keeps seeing it happen and there is no hope of it never happening again. Even in this rare form, it is still the power of attraction. The Law of Victimization. The Power of Humour. Or whatever you want to call it, it’s still your ass.
Essa Adams is a publisher and writer, her latest novel … with two Newfoundland dogs and a second septic for the house … is published under the penname Thayne Hudson. A Breath Floats By is available from Amazon, with more information at ESSA Books. She is author of pet memoirs, Skunk Medicine: There’s a Skunk in the House! and Other Tail-Raising Stories. She publishes the Women’s Fiction Blog and Pet Skunk Medicine blog where one will find excerpts, short pet stories, a bright array of essays and rants.
Mature Skin Care or Winterizing Women
October 7, 2009
Give yourself a gift. Triple book giveaway December 1st. Enter from link below.
So when you are done reading about mature skin care for women in winter weather, then go to the link at the bottom.
You will be entered in a book giveaway for my novel which was finalist in the Eric Hoffer Book Awards 2009. There are also other boos, fiction and nonfiction.
Something to read this holiday when you are iced or snowed into your home, luxuriating as your surface cells plump up while you wear your Hydracial Skin Moisture Mask? Or we could choose products that address all your personal complexion, age beauty challenges.
Women do need special care for their skin in drying winter weather. So many cleansers, face lotions and anti-aging creams are made with harsh and drying ingredients. Alpha hydroxy. Parabens. Or ingredients that coat the skin instead of moisturize and condition. So check your products for these coaters. Glycerin. Petrolatum, don’t care what USP grade.
Your skin can’t breathe, sweetie. That’s from Sassy in The Long Journey.
Mature women need skin-cracking, drying, suffocating ingredients in skincare like we need mice hibernating in our toasters.
Long story shortest, safety-conscious ingredients. Neways skincare products offers various choices and are not made with questionable ingredients. Nothing harsh, abrasive, drying, toxic. There is nothing less than premium quality about these highly concentrated products. I think they are exquisite. Cannot describe how happy my skin has been, and I am fifty-two-ish.
For autumn and winter, I am using Extra Gentle Cleanser, Night Science Lotion, Resurrection BioMist Hydrating Activator, and one of their newer products, Hydracial SkinDefense Daily Moisturizer: A Peptide Complex. The later is a combination of efforts that are proposed by other Neways skincare. Hydracial also comes in a complete skin care anti-aging system which can be purchased as one personal spa program or separately. Video http:// http://www.newaystv.com/english.html link broken after//
Anti-aging? That is all the rage on keyphrase searches. But I call this gentle maturing skin beauty care. We might embrace our grey hair only one at a time then one day flaunt the luxurious silver sheen that is representing wisdom gained and wrinkles earned. And shine, it should. We might befriend our extra width and stability. Dance naked in the sun.
But we still want our skin to be radiant, no matter how elderly we become. Imagine living to ninety-seven with sweet luminous wrinkles.
And why not?! Vintage autos that make it past one hundred are admired by all.
Soooo…. ready for your program? The other safety-conscious products are Lightning; Circles and Lines; Skin Enhancer; Retention Plus; Imperfection Lotion; the new Skin Brightener; Wrinkle Drops for eye lines and Wrinkle Garde.
If you are considering more than a few of these premium skin care products, reconsider the Hydracial Anti-Aging Skin Care System. If you are considering injections or surgery, consider this instead too.
Skin cleansers besides the Extra Gentle I chose are… First Impression, TLC Cleansing Lotion and Milky Cleanser for oily skin, drier skin choices. Resurrection BioMist is for everyone, a supreme body/facial hydration spray made with resurrection plant extract. Barrier Cream is for environmental protection. Body lotion, by the way, is their superior Tender Care, all natural with no greasiness.
Winter sun and wind is still sun and wind, only more lively. Lips? Lipceuticals. All-weather cream for epidermal moisture level is called Sombrero. Want to tan without sprays or sun or beds? Great Tan for streak-free results and no questionable ingredients.
There are so many to choose from. Keep it simple, just write to me for specifics to your skin challenges and goals. I will be glad to assist, and I love chatting too, so send you telephone number, I will never share it or use it without invitation. Or find my home office or mobile office numbers on my website at the link to the novel giveaway.
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Winter Enhancement. We are taught to listen to the wild.
- The animals are getting ready for a long winter’s nap. Perhaps try to sleep more when they sleep more, it is anti-aging serum supreme.
- Ducks migrated early, seems so. Try to get to the stores and gatherings earlier and leave earlier, rest more.
- Robins fluttered out of the upper Midwest much earlier than usual. We could try fluttering instead of charging toward our goals, give ourselves extra time to reduce stress.
- Deer have been deeper in the forest than ever, we don’t see them lately. Perhaps we can duck down and read a good book unnoticed for a time.
- The Farmer’s Almanac is calling for a cooling, not warming. Maybe we are going to need some extra barrier cream and the gentlest cleansers we ever used because cold means dry, harsh, extreme… it means skin-cracking, lip-splitting conditions.
I remember being in my twenties and going through the itching, splitting and crackling because I did not know any better. Now I do. I have premium mature skin products. Email or call me to help you get what you need.
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