Ahh, the gold 'ol days at middle schools! My first year teaching was in Killeen ISD...elementary PE. Drove me nuts. I love those children, but, they are babies who wanna touch, hug and smile at you all the time! Sweet, but kids, remember, I need my 9' of personal space!
My career began there. Outside on a huge playground with one million physical education students grade 3-6! The bright spot in each day was 'Watkins', the boy's PE teacher. He was a hoot and I was hooter. We ran that playground and school like clock work! What he didn't know, I did. And, that was in the days of paddlin'. So, I shared my paper thin paddle that a fellow teacher made for me.
She painted it light blue, put really pretty butterfly decals all over it and tied a ribbon around it as a gift! Welcome to the world of Principal Gene Franklin, the man who believed in paddlin'!!!
Now, understand, the thin banger board didn't bruise anything...but it stung like the dickens. I had to learn how to administer 'licks' to kids with the tiniest hinies in the entire world! Oh, you say, how mean was that? Get over it! We didn't do it for fun, and for some odd reason back then, their brains were located in that very mysterious spot!
I learned so much that first year with Watkins as my mentor. But the funniest thing I learned was how to duck out of the book room when over taken by laughter as I witnessed him giving pops.
He took Kenneth in one afternoon after his third warning. Kenneth, the third grader leaned over, grabbed his ankles and that anchored his nose about 2" off the floor. I was standing behind and there it went. Strike one. Right on the tiny hiney! And, there went the largest of the butterfly decals...floating on air, just as if it was real.
It floated carefully to the floor, swooping under Kenneth's nose and gently landing perfectly right before his big, brown eyes. That kid's eyes flew open, his mouth gaped and he drew a big breath! But, he was frozen in place and dared not say a word, he was already in big trouble! He thought the real deal had flown in the book room. I was overtaken by the whole scene and barely managed to excuse myself.
Lucky Kenneth, got him out of a boatload of trouble. Watkins lost control and as he began to laugh, told Kenneth to go to class! Ya had to be there to really appreciate it all.
In August, 1981, I accepted a position in Humble ISD. I told Ed Denney, the principal, I really didn't care to coach any longer. However, one of his women coaches had to return to Victoria to live with parents and take care of them. So, I coached three years there. When it was no longer 'fun' for me, I told him, "it's time to get me out of the coaching scene. The girls are worried about sweating in practice because the boys might be at the mall when they got there!" GIVE ME A BREAK!
Thus, he said, "ok, Freedman, I need a Journalism teacher and that's your minor. You'll continue as Health Department Chair and teach Journalism, sponsor Yearbook and Newspaper." That was okay with me...ready to go.
School began and I had my classes assigned. As I stood outside my room one day, Joyce Williams approached (an AP) and handed me a camera saying, "Freedman, here's your camera." I smiled as she shoved it in my hand and as I handed it back to her, I said, "no thanks, I don't do cameras." She forced it back into my palm saying, "you do now, your the Journalism teacher." I thought that was so cute as I gave it back one more time.
Her come back that round, "dammit, Freedman, take the camera and have fun." Well, I knew that was suddenly my camera! For some reason I began to take some decent candids around the building. Teachers would comment on those 'sharp, neat pictures' and I would say, they are just snapshots.
One day, a teacher brought one of her home shots to share. She had shot her two little girls and in the pic you saw these two little heads in the bottom right corner and an entire wall in the remaining print. That was a snapshot, what I was doing was kinda looking like photography.
And so it was to be. Suddenly, I had teachers asking if I'd do photos of their family. Well, far be it for me to refuse anyone's wishes. I did. I did more. I did a lot more. And, within 6 months I had people calling for my work.
I invested in all of my own equipment and went to town. The Journalism position threw me into a Freelance Photography business for the next 9 years and it blossomed like a Cherry Tree.
I had to decide in October, 1992 whether I would begin teaching a half day and doing photography business the other half day....or....would I apply for the Instructional Coordinator's position that had been posted. It was hard to decide. I had reached a point where I grossed about $20,000 a year off my cameras. But, I applied and was hired. I finished my last nine years as a coordinator and had a great time!
My cameras had allowed me to be published on a magazine cover, inside a kid's magazine (an athlete), a young lady published an album in Kingwood with my cover shot on it, and much more. It was a super experience and lots of fun!
As I thought about that experience today, it correlates somewhat to where I am today. However, Dr. Rogers said, I'm referring you for Lap Band and I didn't even blink twice! If I perform for this as well as I did with the cameras, it will all be fine.
When someone confronts you with a challenge of any kind, think before you take two steps back. If we all balk at new adventures, how boring would our lives be? I'm the first to admit, sometimes you must reach deep within and grab something called courage and inner strength!
Once you've found that, go for it! And, do it with a smile!
About Me
- txspatter
- Humble, Texas, United States
- Retired educator, retired freelance photographer, retired life. I loved the classroom, laughter of the students, small successes that made them glow and the feeling of 'family' among faculty. However, job done and on to new things. Life was on 'cruise control' until March, 2004...and then, there was a halting screech, lung and heart issues and physicians galore. But, I beat the odds and HERE I AM...STILL HUFFIN' AND PUFFIN'!!! Let's see where this leads.....
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Home was where the Heart Lived
There was a time we lived up the tiny road in the big, old farm house. It was huge with great rooms, high ceilings and a front porch all the way across. As you entered the front door, you climbed about 10 cement steps to pull the screen door back and step onto the wooden floor of the porch.
In another 8-10 steps, you had entered the hallway where a choice had to be made. To the right, the huge living room area. 10' ceiling, big, open room with a couple of windows on the sidewall. Once in that room, you could turn left and enter the tiny kitchen or turn right and enter another, very large, bedroom area.
If your choice was to take a left in the hallway entry and enter the extra large bedroom there, you walked into a room facing two very large old country windows. Living on the farm, away from the world, allowed you on the hot summer nights to lie in bed beside the open window and listen to the sounds of the night.
A symphony coursed through the still night to the sounds of crickets, bullfrogs and other creature noises. It was all illuminated with the flight of lightening bugs, twinkling stars and sometimes, a beautiful, full moon. You could lay and stare out the screened window and dream the dreams of your life. Finally, with a cool night breeze wafting over your skin, you'd fall into deep slumber and colorful dreams til daybreak.
From that front bedroom, you could walk through another door into a smaller bedroom. It had one window in it, a door that led to the screened back porch and a second door leading into a last, back bedroom. That bedroom was interesting because the walls were those tiny, slat looking boards. They ran from floor to ceiling and for a little girl, it caused a great curiosity because it looked and felt different from all the others.
As you left the back bedroom and stepped onto the big porch, you were standing next to the small bathroom on your left. Not too large, yet large enough. Big bath tub, sink and potty...and, a window above the tub.
As you left the potty room, you could step out and touch a rock 'well' that sat on the back porch. I can't recall that it really worked, but you really had to leave it alone!!
Walking the back porch, you would ultimately turn to the left and head to the other kitchen entrance. Just outside the kitchen was the old screen door and few more steps to launch you into play wonderland!
I guess the worst thing I ever did as a little girl was with my bow and arrow. Yes, I had a Daisy Rifle BB gun at an early age and next came a bow and arrow. Guess my daddy thought I could handle anything! Fact is, I was always 'just lucky' with everything. I shot that arrow straight up into the sky one Sunday afternoon. A cousin was standing across the yard. As I watched the arrow soar into the blue and make it's turn for the return to dirt, I brought my eyes level across the yard and suddenly, my laughter became panic.
That arrow missed that cousin's head by maybe two big feet! WHAP! It stuck solid in the hard dirt. Suddenly, the 'jig was up'...everybody in the yard looked around and I was just about 'run outta town' for that one! Needless to say, I learned...bow and arrow not good in crowds!!
Now, the big old house saw many good times. Croquet; Red Rover, Red Rover; chase around the house; throwing the ball all the way over to the other partner and many more games. We didn't stay glued to television, we played and we played hard!
As an infant, I battled asthma (so I was told by my mother)and many times it nearly won. Story went, the asthma would come on and somehow, more often than not, go into pneumonia. There we'd go again...to the hospital and I was told I spent many days sitting in the middle of the hospital bed under the old, huge oxygen tents.
The Nuns would come by everyday to smile and scare the bejeebers out of me. They wore the 'habits' and looked alien to me. Nope, they never touched me, not even close. They could stand in the doorway and wave and then, they had to git or I busted loose in tears and screams.
With the asthma, came the tonsils. They were a worst nightmare as a little girl. In the first grade and second grade, tonsilitis came to visit too often. Finally, one of the doctors said, "Mrs. Freedman, the tonsils need to come out. We'll put her on special meds prior to the surgery so she won't bleed profusely." And, they did.
The capsule was about a foot long, as big around as a hot dog and I was expected to slam that thing down my throat each morning? Mother would hand me the pill and a small glass of orange juice. She'd turn and walk into the kitchen while I stuffed the pill down the side of the green recliner and drank the juice.
Following the surgery, my parents were yelled at big time by the doctor. I had bled like a crazy person and gave them a run for their money. Didn't seem to be anyone's fault, it was just a thing.
Huh! No one's fault until the end of the following week when mother was vacuuming the living room. Suddenly, she moved the green recliner and a couple of red pills rolled onto the floor. Danger, danger! She tipped the chair and the entire prescription rolled out.
You want to talk about trouble? It was boiling, right on the top of my blonde head! I cried really gigantic tears that morning and escaped with my life! I was a kid..what did I know about the importance of pills?
I lived, the tonsils got yanked and there ya go. I do remember laying in the hospital bed after surgery and for a time, was not allowed anything but chips of ice. I'd ask for daddy to come in and see me. I just knew if I could get him to look into my little girl blue eyes, he'd get me some ice cream RIGHT THEN!! Wrong! I couldn't even make him cheat for me!
Many life issues came and went over the years. But wrapped in all the days of life in the country are so many strong, terrific memories.
We were carefree, we ran with the wind blowing through our hair, we had acres and acres to roam and create games...we didn't fret over life's small issues. Our family was strong, parents loved us and provided for us and allowed us to grow and discover life one day at a time.
When you stop and remember 'back when' ... I hope you have a vast kaleidascope turning in your mind. It should be of many hues, shapes, sizes and values. Never struggle over the challenges, celebrate the experience and stand firm on the foundation you built.
There are no second chances at life. It's a one shot deal, make the most of it. If you want to be outstanding these days, throw in a Random Act of Kindness with every opportunity and watch the expression on one's face! Share the wealth...give someone a smile!
In another 8-10 steps, you had entered the hallway where a choice had to be made. To the right, the huge living room area. 10' ceiling, big, open room with a couple of windows on the sidewall. Once in that room, you could turn left and enter the tiny kitchen or turn right and enter another, very large, bedroom area.
If your choice was to take a left in the hallway entry and enter the extra large bedroom there, you walked into a room facing two very large old country windows. Living on the farm, away from the world, allowed you on the hot summer nights to lie in bed beside the open window and listen to the sounds of the night.
A symphony coursed through the still night to the sounds of crickets, bullfrogs and other creature noises. It was all illuminated with the flight of lightening bugs, twinkling stars and sometimes, a beautiful, full moon. You could lay and stare out the screened window and dream the dreams of your life. Finally, with a cool night breeze wafting over your skin, you'd fall into deep slumber and colorful dreams til daybreak.
From that front bedroom, you could walk through another door into a smaller bedroom. It had one window in it, a door that led to the screened back porch and a second door leading into a last, back bedroom. That bedroom was interesting because the walls were those tiny, slat looking boards. They ran from floor to ceiling and for a little girl, it caused a great curiosity because it looked and felt different from all the others.
As you left the back bedroom and stepped onto the big porch, you were standing next to the small bathroom on your left. Not too large, yet large enough. Big bath tub, sink and potty...and, a window above the tub.
As you left the potty room, you could step out and touch a rock 'well' that sat on the back porch. I can't recall that it really worked, but you really had to leave it alone!!
Walking the back porch, you would ultimately turn to the left and head to the other kitchen entrance. Just outside the kitchen was the old screen door and few more steps to launch you into play wonderland!
I guess the worst thing I ever did as a little girl was with my bow and arrow. Yes, I had a Daisy Rifle BB gun at an early age and next came a bow and arrow. Guess my daddy thought I could handle anything! Fact is, I was always 'just lucky' with everything. I shot that arrow straight up into the sky one Sunday afternoon. A cousin was standing across the yard. As I watched the arrow soar into the blue and make it's turn for the return to dirt, I brought my eyes level across the yard and suddenly, my laughter became panic.
That arrow missed that cousin's head by maybe two big feet! WHAP! It stuck solid in the hard dirt. Suddenly, the 'jig was up'...everybody in the yard looked around and I was just about 'run outta town' for that one! Needless to say, I learned...bow and arrow not good in crowds!!
Now, the big old house saw many good times. Croquet; Red Rover, Red Rover; chase around the house; throwing the ball all the way over to the other partner and many more games. We didn't stay glued to television, we played and we played hard!
As an infant, I battled asthma (so I was told by my mother)and many times it nearly won. Story went, the asthma would come on and somehow, more often than not, go into pneumonia. There we'd go again...to the hospital and I was told I spent many days sitting in the middle of the hospital bed under the old, huge oxygen tents.
The Nuns would come by everyday to smile and scare the bejeebers out of me. They wore the 'habits' and looked alien to me. Nope, they never touched me, not even close. They could stand in the doorway and wave and then, they had to git or I busted loose in tears and screams.
With the asthma, came the tonsils. They were a worst nightmare as a little girl. In the first grade and second grade, tonsilitis came to visit too often. Finally, one of the doctors said, "Mrs. Freedman, the tonsils need to come out. We'll put her on special meds prior to the surgery so she won't bleed profusely." And, they did.
The capsule was about a foot long, as big around as a hot dog and I was expected to slam that thing down my throat each morning? Mother would hand me the pill and a small glass of orange juice. She'd turn and walk into the kitchen while I stuffed the pill down the side of the green recliner and drank the juice.
Following the surgery, my parents were yelled at big time by the doctor. I had bled like a crazy person and gave them a run for their money. Didn't seem to be anyone's fault, it was just a thing.
Huh! No one's fault until the end of the following week when mother was vacuuming the living room. Suddenly, she moved the green recliner and a couple of red pills rolled onto the floor. Danger, danger! She tipped the chair and the entire prescription rolled out.
You want to talk about trouble? It was boiling, right on the top of my blonde head! I cried really gigantic tears that morning and escaped with my life! I was a kid..what did I know about the importance of pills?
I lived, the tonsils got yanked and there ya go. I do remember laying in the hospital bed after surgery and for a time, was not allowed anything but chips of ice. I'd ask for daddy to come in and see me. I just knew if I could get him to look into my little girl blue eyes, he'd get me some ice cream RIGHT THEN!! Wrong! I couldn't even make him cheat for me!
Many life issues came and went over the years. But wrapped in all the days of life in the country are so many strong, terrific memories.
We were carefree, we ran with the wind blowing through our hair, we had acres and acres to roam and create games...we didn't fret over life's small issues. Our family was strong, parents loved us and provided for us and allowed us to grow and discover life one day at a time.
When you stop and remember 'back when' ... I hope you have a vast kaleidascope turning in your mind. It should be of many hues, shapes, sizes and values. Never struggle over the challenges, celebrate the experience and stand firm on the foundation you built.
There are no second chances at life. It's a one shot deal, make the most of it. If you want to be outstanding these days, throw in a Random Act of Kindness with every opportunity and watch the expression on one's face! Share the wealth...give someone a smile!
Friday, October 17, 2008
Time Flies When You're Gettin' Old!
WEll, it's been a while since I wrote any thoughts for the readers out there. A 'bestest old friend' called today to check on me. She said, "I just wanted to know you're okay, you haven't blogged in many days!" And, as I stood watching the Kroger deli worker slice Black Forest Ham, I agreed and thus, here I am.
By the way, when you're kinda hungry at the Kroger deli, each time your order a different kind of meat, they give you a sample! LOLOL I know, there I go, focused on food, AGAIN! J/K and playing with your mind!
After a semi long day traveling around Houston town to observe teacher interns, I was glad to get home and get comfortable!! No, we don't run around nekkid!! But, comfort is the key word. Everything hangs loose, light weight material for cool and it tickles Percy (my maltese) too death 'cause it says...'she ain't leavin' again today!' He's a heart warmer and he doth love his 'mommy!'
My main mission this afternoon was to look up the cardiologist my PCP referred me to see. I finally called and made an appointment for next week, Thursday at 2:30. By then, Dr. Mann will have taken care of the second cataract and I'll be seeing perfect for distance with both eyes.
Since Dr. Mann did the right eye two weeks ago, I've felt as though I'm walking lop-sided! The left eye is total blurr for distance and the right eye crystal clear. Try bowling with those binoculars! Challenging, to say the least!
But, I'll introduce you to my new extended family.
There's Dr. Rogers...would you be his neighbor? Probably not, but he is a good guy with a great smile! He and I discuss my weight with each visit. We're performing for Aetna for six months. December marks the sixth month and then January, THE SURGERY!
There's Dr. Manion, the lung man! He will be elated over the Lap Band and weight loss, he's been riding my 'case' for a year and a half since I gained 27 extra pounds! I can't help that I married a chef and enjoyed the fantastic food for the first year and a half. Butter, melting, hot and enriching every pore of whatever food he cooked it in. Olive oil, the magic touch. Barbequed ribs, brisket, Tuscan chicken, oriental dishes, lavish desserts when I would allow myself. Okay, so, I gained 27 pounds, but, I have no regrets!
Third in the list is Dr. Vadim Sherman, surgeon. He's very nice. Why wouldn't he be? A fat chick walks in the door, he knows she's gonna have a procedure, so, hey, treat her very gingerly and smile lots!! I was just so thankful when I walked through the door from the waiting room...or was that weighting room?...I could walk past the huge scale in the outer office area. I'm not sure how much some of these folks weigh, but I believe a small dump truck could be backed onto his LARGE SCALE!
Me? I just got to lightly and gingerly step on his regular, Healthometer scale! Isn't that special?
The cardiologist's name is Dr. Farmer. Strange, I grew up on a dairy, think that means anything? I'll let you know after we meet and exchange questions and answers. He makes me nervous...but, then, so do all of them!
I have a tremendous ENT...ear, nose and throat doc. He's from good 'ol Baylor U. He's cute as a pup and can he ever deal with sinus issues! I've been with him since '04. Thank goodness, since I was put on Medformin for diabetes, the sinus infections ceased! So, I haven't seen my Baylor bear since last spring. I know he's happy!
The Nutritionist's name is Lin Lin. Nope, she's not black and white and in no way resembles a Panda!! She sure can name the food groups though and talk about vitamins, 6-8 of those tubby tubes a day. I have to practice chewing them thoroughly so they don't get jammed in the guzzle after surgery. A one ounce pouch t'ain't very big, huh?
I had a session with a Psychologist...forgot her name! Funny, after taking her million question true/false test, how could I let that happen. Anyhow, I escaped the white coat that wraps your arms really tight against your tummy! Score one for ME.
And there you have it! Lots of doctors on the team. Lots of issues within this marvelous, fabulous body with which they must deal. And, lots of appointments and trips down to the med center.
All of this shall pass eventually. I remind myself daily, a new beginning, a new chance to regain some of the energy and stuff I used to know. Is it frustrating? More than anything in the world.
Since I began this trip, Michael has lost 42 pounds! Well, great! What about me? I'm just trying to lose 15 by the end of December. Easy, you say? Not so. Think about it. You have enjoyed all kinds of food throughout life. Especially anything that didn't eat you first! Look good? Eat it. Smell good? Eat it. Taste good? Devour it, quick before it escapes!
Suddenly, you are in this whirlwind of dieting to lose a few pounds before the surgery. You also realize each day, that come January, life skids to a halt like a cutting horse in the arena and life turns around in the blink of an eye and a slice of the knife! So, what's the issue? Half of me says better enjoy..it all goes away next year. Half of me says, behave yourself, you are supposed to lose 15 pounds. Therefore, a war rages within me every day now.
Thanksgiving is upon us. Next year I will have a four ounce pouch. That's okay, but that's next year. So, what do I want for Thanksgiving? Traditional, wonderful food like my mother always cooked. And, that's another story for tomorrow.
Times past with the holidays and Grandma Davis! Holidays were so very special to our family.
And so ends tonight's epistle. You can tell that there are many thoughts swirling within my gray matter. I am doing good though. You must take all of this with a grain of salt (oops, food, again) and put it all in perspective.
It will be a total win-win for me. No more bipap mask at night, no more oxygen at night, blood pressure should be great, diabetes perhaps leaves and hopefully, the dyspnea (shortness of breath upon exertion) will be much,much better. It's all related to the March, 2004 escapade.
I share all of these thoughts with everyone to give you perspective and to read my own words. I know there are many of you who read this blog that will be rooting for me the entire way. Friends and family are what life's all about. I am truly thankful for all of the folks who have come into my life and for my family...lots of cousins in there!
"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride!" My friends, I'd already be to Hawaii. Yep, a Unicorn! Yep, a large Unicorn. But, next year, a 'lil bitty baby unicorn will do the trick!!
By the way, when you're kinda hungry at the Kroger deli, each time your order a different kind of meat, they give you a sample! LOLOL I know, there I go, focused on food, AGAIN! J/K and playing with your mind!
After a semi long day traveling around Houston town to observe teacher interns, I was glad to get home and get comfortable!! No, we don't run around nekkid!! But, comfort is the key word. Everything hangs loose, light weight material for cool and it tickles Percy (my maltese) too death 'cause it says...'she ain't leavin' again today!' He's a heart warmer and he doth love his 'mommy!'
My main mission this afternoon was to look up the cardiologist my PCP referred me to see. I finally called and made an appointment for next week, Thursday at 2:30. By then, Dr. Mann will have taken care of the second cataract and I'll be seeing perfect for distance with both eyes.
Since Dr. Mann did the right eye two weeks ago, I've felt as though I'm walking lop-sided! The left eye is total blurr for distance and the right eye crystal clear. Try bowling with those binoculars! Challenging, to say the least!
But, I'll introduce you to my new extended family.
There's Dr. Rogers...would you be his neighbor? Probably not, but he is a good guy with a great smile! He and I discuss my weight with each visit. We're performing for Aetna for six months. December marks the sixth month and then January, THE SURGERY!
There's Dr. Manion, the lung man! He will be elated over the Lap Band and weight loss, he's been riding my 'case' for a year and a half since I gained 27 extra pounds! I can't help that I married a chef and enjoyed the fantastic food for the first year and a half. Butter, melting, hot and enriching every pore of whatever food he cooked it in. Olive oil, the magic touch. Barbequed ribs, brisket, Tuscan chicken, oriental dishes, lavish desserts when I would allow myself. Okay, so, I gained 27 pounds, but, I have no regrets!
Third in the list is Dr. Vadim Sherman, surgeon. He's very nice. Why wouldn't he be? A fat chick walks in the door, he knows she's gonna have a procedure, so, hey, treat her very gingerly and smile lots!! I was just so thankful when I walked through the door from the waiting room...or was that weighting room?...I could walk past the huge scale in the outer office area. I'm not sure how much some of these folks weigh, but I believe a small dump truck could be backed onto his LARGE SCALE!
Me? I just got to lightly and gingerly step on his regular, Healthometer scale! Isn't that special?
The cardiologist's name is Dr. Farmer. Strange, I grew up on a dairy, think that means anything? I'll let you know after we meet and exchange questions and answers. He makes me nervous...but, then, so do all of them!
I have a tremendous ENT...ear, nose and throat doc. He's from good 'ol Baylor U. He's cute as a pup and can he ever deal with sinus issues! I've been with him since '04. Thank goodness, since I was put on Medformin for diabetes, the sinus infections ceased! So, I haven't seen my Baylor bear since last spring. I know he's happy!
The Nutritionist's name is Lin Lin. Nope, she's not black and white and in no way resembles a Panda!! She sure can name the food groups though and talk about vitamins, 6-8 of those tubby tubes a day. I have to practice chewing them thoroughly so they don't get jammed in the guzzle after surgery. A one ounce pouch t'ain't very big, huh?
I had a session with a Psychologist...forgot her name! Funny, after taking her million question true/false test, how could I let that happen. Anyhow, I escaped the white coat that wraps your arms really tight against your tummy! Score one for ME.
And there you have it! Lots of doctors on the team. Lots of issues within this marvelous, fabulous body with which they must deal. And, lots of appointments and trips down to the med center.
All of this shall pass eventually. I remind myself daily, a new beginning, a new chance to regain some of the energy and stuff I used to know. Is it frustrating? More than anything in the world.
Since I began this trip, Michael has lost 42 pounds! Well, great! What about me? I'm just trying to lose 15 by the end of December. Easy, you say? Not so. Think about it. You have enjoyed all kinds of food throughout life. Especially anything that didn't eat you first! Look good? Eat it. Smell good? Eat it. Taste good? Devour it, quick before it escapes!
Suddenly, you are in this whirlwind of dieting to lose a few pounds before the surgery. You also realize each day, that come January, life skids to a halt like a cutting horse in the arena and life turns around in the blink of an eye and a slice of the knife! So, what's the issue? Half of me says better enjoy..it all goes away next year. Half of me says, behave yourself, you are supposed to lose 15 pounds. Therefore, a war rages within me every day now.
Thanksgiving is upon us. Next year I will have a four ounce pouch. That's okay, but that's next year. So, what do I want for Thanksgiving? Traditional, wonderful food like my mother always cooked. And, that's another story for tomorrow.
Times past with the holidays and Grandma Davis! Holidays were so very special to our family.
And so ends tonight's epistle. You can tell that there are many thoughts swirling within my gray matter. I am doing good though. You must take all of this with a grain of salt (oops, food, again) and put it all in perspective.
It will be a total win-win for me. No more bipap mask at night, no more oxygen at night, blood pressure should be great, diabetes perhaps leaves and hopefully, the dyspnea (shortness of breath upon exertion) will be much,much better. It's all related to the March, 2004 escapade.
I share all of these thoughts with everyone to give you perspective and to read my own words. I know there are many of you who read this blog that will be rooting for me the entire way. Friends and family are what life's all about. I am truly thankful for all of the folks who have come into my life and for my family...lots of cousins in there!
"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride!" My friends, I'd already be to Hawaii. Yep, a Unicorn! Yep, a large Unicorn. But, next year, a 'lil bitty baby unicorn will do the trick!!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)