New direction is coming...

The phone call I finally received from the director of the clinic came in today, this late morning, a little after ten A.M.
And this person discussed with me joining them in the new building this fall in another department of their volunteerism programs.
And I said perhaps that would be a better fit or some other such vague answer of maybe.
The fact that this person had enough class to try to rectify the problem was very refreshing and I felt that there could be another possible volunteer job to take on there with more maneuverability with using my scooter too, in that much larger venue.
That was one of this person’s concerns; in their current tight trailer type building, I had been cautious in not banging into anything that couldn’t take it, kidding of course, or am I? I tried hard not to hit anything, but they were truly bursting out of their seams and comfort zone with stacks of things all over the hallways and the move was a definite need…I had kiddingly expressed my desire to play bumper cars but said that I had not hit anyone today, my stock jest, while using my walker and I never ever hit a living breathing being, except Hubby, but that’s due to the law of averages.
Also with my perception off with only one eye working it could have been just a matter of time, whew, glad that, that didn’t get a chance to happen.

When at one point she mentioned that my trainer had been with them a long time. I said I guess no one else felt they could tell on her. Two analogies I gave, one of someone that I knew that treated relatives one way, with nastiness and nearly abuse and the outside world with sweetness and kindness… And that person’s occasional friends were shocked when anyone (family) who knew the real person mentioned their difficulty with them. Another situation is when I was a young person working at a well known fashion store in a very wonderful higher priced shopping fashion mall, and I was the assistant manager of the children’s department, my manager used to go out to lunch for three hours and come back drunk.
I covered for her, for I was only in my early twenties at the time.
And when finally asked about the situation I still didn’t budge or divulge. But I think they all knew and when they said exactly what was going on I said yes. After that last questioning/conversation I was offered the job of credit manager and of course I took it.
A job that I had from before our engagement as a work project for LIM, after we got engaged, and for our wedding all the way through the birth of our first son, well at least until a month before he was born. Although, they told me I could have the baby there, kiddingly, but they did have an infirmary that they let me take my lying down breaks in or get over my all day morning sickness. They were ahead of the curve back then. But in those days no one knew what they were having; it was way before ultra sounds for that, thus no reference to having a son, but I knew it and called him by name in that uterine fertile vessel there. He would kick when I would go into the lower file cabinets and yes, it was B.C. before computers; he enjoyed my reading on lunch breaks and most of what I ate, not so much my spicy cravings and he seemed to like the songs I sung, with number two son it was Chinese cuisine, and he loved all the music we played and sung with at home… as he danced within me.
Both were excellent students and number two son played his eight year old brother’s piano lessons when he was only four and he was the one that had a rock band when fifteen, Ahhh memories…

Most of my dear friends from work made me a bridal shower at work, and my maid of honor had one too, the people from work also came to our wedding and I bought my trousseau there, oh well, it was Lord and Taylor’s, and then fourteen months or so later they made us a baby shower too and my Mom even got more of my layette there… Gosh in those days we all got 20% discounts, including for your immediate family!
My gown was a very expensive sample size wedding dress that started as a size three, but with all that going on I lost ten pounds so they took it in to adjust it to my ninety pound body! It had to do with getting married to someone of not your religion and trying hard to make everyone happy about it! Still in people pleaser mode…then… never ever me then or honestly sharing then, made you dizzy and gave you gastritis (me) with vomiting, severe enough to go into the hospital for a week to rest up and be fed balanced nourishing meals, guess I lost more than ten pounds maybe, since when I got out I weighed ninety, but it was good since I had a fashion show to be in, yes I did model on and off for stores from the age of seven until twenty-one, Stern’s, Ohrbach’s while working there and Lord and Taylor’s too while working there also, in their Birdcage Tea Room.

Any-who, that was years ago and it basically all worked out for us anyway, nearly forty-two years later here we still are!

It is very important to put your loved ones first, that is not what I was saying, don’t think I have thought differently ever about that, and we all know that we shouldn’t!
There just has to be some sort of balance and as we get older, and we all learn better how to adjust that delicate balancing act, that’s all!
And trying too hard is sometimes feudal and frustrating…

Again this was a rambling one.
I do that often; jump around with my training way of thinking, as one thought leads to another…chain of conscientious way of thinking, thus writing.
Confusing to some but actually not to me, that was silly to say, of course not! I am the one doing it!

And so in conclusion you gotta hand it to USA, USA, USA! We have the most impressive athletes in this entire world; oops did I say that out loud?
Don’t want to alienate anyone, and yes, your countries did well too…
PS, and nearly all of the ones involved are either on their way to college via scholarships I bet or in college or are college grads… my few days ago Blog silliness was thought to be a truism with teasing about them not needing college with all their product endorsements, but still not a bad way to pay for higher learning you must admit?

Missy Franklin though, our gold medalist in swimming, at seventeen she has decided to stay an amateur to compete with her high school team and she turned down all endorsements, but I might have that wrong, it does sound wrong… college tuition is expensive and goes up every day! Oh well, she is capable of making that decision for herself or so her parents feel and I am sure she is, since she is some wonderful winner!

On that rah, rah, patriotic ending to our night’s journey…allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and to kindly ask you to count all your blessings and share all those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!

And the beat goes on...

I did receive good news yesterday on the results of my LifeLine tests most all were in the normal range except for two. I have mild carotid artery disease, which is much better than I thought! And of course my BMI, Body Mass Index was way too high, that would be better to say weigh too high, ha!
But not funny at all!
Sadly, the results are generated by machine by someone I had no contact with that did not ask me any medicinal questions or about any exercise regime with my heat sensitivity, not knowing that I can only do ROM in the pool.

And contrary to my first thought about the person in charge of the clinic she did call me back and after I gave her my litany of expressing what had happened and why I felt the need to quit… she said she had to handle an emergency and would call me back right away, and she did while we were in Home Depot and my ancient phone did not ring again! But she did leave a voice mail saying that she wanted to call me back tonight.
In actuality she did seem to want to resolve the issue.
I had remembered a few other instances that weren’t right like the trainer telling me she would ask the physician that was in early to write prescriptions and sign paperwork but I was to not tell anyone. And, that meeting on Monday when I arrived there she made me sit all the way down the end of the table and warned me before the meeting to not talk, just listen and don’t ask any questions! But of course I did, ha!
What a pip this gal is! It made me wonder if she treated others as she treated me and got away with it!

And so as my title says I think that I will have to cut this short for tonight since the lightening is scary bad now and the storm is coming near…so allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Being a quitter is not comforting...

Being belittled in front of others is also not a very nice feeling either?
Today, I made a decision that is not at all what I would have hoped for.
The trainer that I have been kind to in writing about in this blog due to me telling a few white lies about her persona which was in retrospect very hard to do…
Do you know what a bully in business is?
A person who treats you in front of others as if you know nothing and corrects you when you don’t even make a mistake and doesn’t admit that they were the one who made the mistake and takes credit for what you do when you took the initiative to do it yourself.
Those are just a few of the things that I was foolishly putting up with while trying to become someone to help others.
She is the manager of the program and blatantly took credit for things that I did when she knew that I had done them.
Like when I went through the books at the front desk to access more needy patients she told the group that she had found me four people, when she found me none!
I found them in the book.
Today, she found me one and while I spoke to him on the phone she stood behind me and interrupted everything I was saying to him and I was going by the sheet that was written in format form on what to say and surprise, I can read lady!
I was so upset that everything that I said or did annoyed her, she told me that and I let her know that she was the reason I was not my confident self in front of the patient and consequently it made me act nervous (the patient commented, saying don’t be nervous, but I had the good sense not to say it was my trainer doing it to me, I am never nervous with people I am working with! I suppose that was the problem she treated me like I was her own private whipping post.), with all her interruptions and correcting me even when I did it right. The form online it is self-explanatory as well as all the other forms and so if she would have actually allowed me to do what the forms said; I would have been fine!

Listen, I trained people in business situations where my trainees said I was a dynamo and they loved me and did a great job to please me, not that they should have done it for me but for themselves and the company.
My sales people were always in the top five and this was with an international business!
I never ever made people feel that they were incapable; if anything I made them realize how capable they were and due to a positive attitude we all did well!
That’s how people learn to do things with ‘hands on’, fine that is what we were supposed to be doing, but you don’t embarrass anyone, you take them aside and explain, not in front of the customer or in this case the patient and you don’t make the newbie look like an idiot!
She also would take the patient aside out the door and whisper to them and say heaven knows what, not very professional at all in my opinion.
I finished with the first person in less than an hour and my next patient wasn’t due for an hour and so I thought that I could call some more people for scheduling, but the woman was no where to be found.
And so I asked some other people some questions and she said once I located her that I should only speak to her and that she is the only one that I am to talk to.
Come on, I’m a volunteer and so is she what the heck was she pulling?
Sadly, I did love the entire idea of the job and felt that if given the chance I would have been terrific! Sorry for her I am…
She lost a potentially great volunteer!
I am very sad.

Not only about that but last night physically was horrendous more pain and more stiffness and spasms and I awoke at four A.M. and then realized it was too early so I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn’t and got up for the day at four thirty A.M.
And so I called my neuro this morning and when I was ‘at work’ the nurse called the house and said that she could not speak to my husband, that’s crazy! I will have to straighten that out tomorrow...So she called my cell phone number and left a voice mail that I got when I was waiting for Hubby to pick me up. The doctor upped my dosage of the gabapentin to three times a day from 2X, for 300 mg each time. Still lower than many who take it, at least I do know that I have wiggle room if this dose doesn’t workout to increase it some more.
I hope I finally have some benefits from it, it has not worked yet.

And perhaps that is why, I am better off becoming a recluse and staying in and doing this and some other mundane tasks…kidding I am not foiled, yet!

I did call the woman in-charge of the whole shebang and left a message for her to call me, just mentioning a conflict and that perhaps that I could work in another area of the clinic, who knows… if she will call me… probably not, since they seem to be a tight group.
It’s like the good ole girls group.
I only wanted to really help people who were going through something that I have had to go through myself.
My kinship with them was true and that again makes me very, very, sad…

Oh well, tears are starting to mount and I must close, I was so hopeful… that this could be me giving back… but the stress of the situation put me into spasms right in the waiting room while waiting for Hubby to pick me up…darn it was way too hot to sit on my walker outside, and he has been taking my cooling vest back and forth for me and he had it then…
Regrets, not for anything I did, I think I took being abused for little longer than most would.

On that venting of my reality when my best plans seem to go awry…allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you kindly to count all your blessings and share all those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Ya gotta love it!

Being an eccentric is considered quite something in the UK!
Why there has been a club associated with this uniqueness since 1781 in England: just copy and paste this site: http://www.eccentricclub.co.uk/are-you-eccentric.php
The five main ingredients that they feel you must have to fit their criteria are:
“nonconforming;
creative;
strongly motivated by curiosity;
idealistic; he wants to make the world a better place and the people in it happier;
happily obsessed with one or more hobbyhorses (usually, five or six)”

“The first five characteristics listed here are the most important and apply to virtually every eccentric.” This is also from the above site.

There are several more characteristics for you to delve into further by going to the above site.

Gosh could I belong to this elite group?
After all my granny was born in England in 1882, (Alas, she arrived here, in the US in 1884). Actually Liverpool is where she was from and it was not exactly an influential, rather more of a working class type neighborhood/village at that time or even in the 1960’s when four gents from there made it big in the music industry. They had an odd insect name, wish I could remember, kidding, 'the gnats' (I really do know that it was the Beatles, ha!); although one of them has since been knighted, Sir Paul McCartney, hmm, perhaps?
I have a feeling that he belongs to that club…

But in actuality I may fit the conventional meaning of the word, eccentric: odd, unconventional, unusual, peculiar, strange, weird, oddball, strange character, oddity, screwball (me and Lucille Ball, wow what a great possibility!), and unusual person!

Sadly or wonderfully most of those adjectives could describe me… maybe I am eccentric, just a little?
Not such a bad thing to be.
Albeit, the initial characteristics too have been way too many that seem to be me…hmm… a quandary or perhaps not so much.
How many of us feel that we have conflicting knowledge of ourselves, and you see yourself somewhat differently than others see you?
Sure we do.
Men are notorious for this, and you gotta love them for having so much confidence even in situations when conceivably they shouldn’t? Oh wait, is that arrogance?
Gosh, I get those two mixed up on occasion…kidding guys!
Women seem on the whole; even the successful ones seem that we are a bit insecure in our personal lives.
Why this occurs is beyond most professionals abilities to explain. Although, they might be harsh with some of these wonder women and insist that confidence in all realms of their existence is the answer to inner peace for everyone!
Years ago a good friend, a man, a lawyer who also had been a teacher told me that if you have confidence you could do anything. Words to live by.
We as women appear to be more critical about everything we do.
Some may call that being realistic and others may say it causes one to never ever to be truly happy?
Is denial of flaws better to be in the bigger picture of accomplishments?
I would say, maybe.
You know, whenever I managed in any field I worked in I felt that if I could delegate to good people to help with whatever degree to get to where we wanted to be that would be the way to go… But I must admit there were times when I felt that it wouldn’t get done right unless I did it myself…same with parenting I am sorry to say.
Analogies in life.

We are all imperfect and some of us happen to be eccentric too!
Oh what fun!
Being so many things to so many people…don’t you just love it?

I just read that in its beginning that the Eccentric Club was only a gentlemen’s club for over two centuries, but as of 1984 ladies were able to join, hip, hip hooray…!
But it is in the UK, with seventy reciprocal clubs internationally: “The List of the Eccentric Club is below: although it states in the 1980's who knows if they are still there?

“Reciprocal Clubs in 1980s:

UNITED KINGDOM:

ATHENAEUM, Liverpool
THE BRADFORD CLUB, Piece Hall Yard, Bradford, Yorks.
BRISTOL CONSTITUTIONAL CLUB, Marsh Street, Bristol.
DEVONSHIRE CLUB, Westdown House, Hartington Place, Eastbourne, BN21 3RN.
LYCEUM CLUB, Paradise Street, Liverpool L1 3EU.
MANCHESTER CLUB, 50 Spring Gardens, Manchester M2 1EN.
PORTSMOUTH COUNTRY CLUB, Kent Road, Southsea, Hants.
ROYAL SCOTTISH AUTOMOBILE CLUB, 11 Blytheswood Square, Glasgow G2 4AG.
ROYAL SOUTHAMPTON YACHT CLUB, 10 Northlands Road, Southampton.
ROYAL TEMPLE YACHT CLUB, Ramsgate, Kent.
ST. JAMES'S CLUB, Charlotte Street, Manchester M1 4DZ.
SUSSEX MOTOR YACHT CLUB, 7 Ship Street, Brighton, Sussex.
WORTHING SAILING CLUB, 40 Marine Parade, Worthing, Sussex.

IRELAND:

HIBERNIAN UNITED SERVICE CLUB, 8 St Stephen's Green, Dublin 2.
GALWAY COUNTRY CLUB, Weir House, Galway, Co. Galway.

AUSTRALIA:

BENTLEIGH CLUB, Yawla Street, Bentleigh, Melbourne - 3204.
CITY & OVERSEAS CLUB OF MELBOURNE, 291 Dandenong Road, Windsor 3181, Melbourne.
CITY TATTERSALL'S CLUB, 198 Pitt Street, Sydney.
CORIO CLUB, 16-24 Villamanta Street, Geelong West, Victoria 3218.
KELVIN CLUB, Melbourne Place, Melbourne.
NEW SOUTH WALES SPORTS CLUB, 10-14 Hunter Street, Sydney.
SOUTH AUSTRALIAN TATTERSALL’S CLUB, 1st Floor, 14 Grenfel Street, Adelaide 5000.
SOUTH YARRA CLUB, 226 Toorak Road, South Yarra, Melbourne.
MELBOURNE SAVAGE CLUB, 12 Bank Place, Melbourne.

CANADA:

MOUNT STEPHEN CLUB, 1440 Drummond Street, Montreal, H3G 1V9
UNIVERSITY CLUB OF TORONTO, 380 University Avenue, Toronto.

NEW ZEALAND:

CENTRAL CLUB, 26d Brandon Street, P.O. Box 1063, Wellington.

PERU:

THE PHOENIX CLUB, Apartado 1387, Lima.

SOUTH AFRICA:

NEW CLUB, 12 Loveday Street, Johannesburg.
ROYAL NATAL YACHT CLUB, 136 Victoria Embankment, Durban.

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA:

DETROIT ATHLETIC CLUB, 241, Madison, Detroit, Michigan.
ECCENTRIC CLUB, Gloversville, New York.
NEW YORK ATHLETIC CLUB, 180 Central Park South, New York N.Y. 10019.
PRINCETON CLUB OF NEW YORK, 14 West 43rd Street, New York N.Y. 10036.
WILLIAMS CLUB, 24 East 39th Street, New York, N.Y. 10016.

ZIMBABWE:
THE NEW CLUB, 54 Fife Avenue, Salisbury.
UMTALI CLUB, Umtali.” Thanks to the original site above.

Maybe there is one nearby you!
For most all my viewers/readers are more like me than not, with all our wee eccentricities, but you got to admit that we are all very lovable, sometimes!

On that inner dissection of our personalities adorable imperfections; oh alright just mine, okay?
Allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you kindly to count all your blessings and share your overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Don't go by me...but...

Ever try to cure your own ills?
I don’t mean a cold or a fever, since we all know basically how to do that, chicken soup, rest and aspirin.

No, what I am speaking of is this thing I have called, Multiple Sclerosis. I just found out from a Newsletter styled brochure that there appears to be a connection between the chickenpox virus causing shingles and MS, which I did have both.
Chickenpox when merely a child when no inoculations were around back in the 1950’s, most of us did get it then.
And shingles just after 9/11 when I was fifty-one.
At the time I thought I had a flea irritation with all of our pets at that time, but they had none, fleas that is. And so I went to the doctor and was diagnosed immediately with shingles and put on anti-viral medication that worked and until about a week ago I thought nothing about it.

Oh that’s not entirely true since many a local pharmacy is offering the now available inoculation shot against getting it, shingles, for a whopping $224, pneumonia $79, without insurance, but with, I don’t really know. Hubby forgot to ask since I was hoping that he would take advantage of them, but he could probably go to his doctor and get it all covered by his great insurance policy!
Any-who, what this Remedy MD, healthcommunities.com sheet said was that, “Viruses One outbreak of shingles a painful rash caused by the chickenpox virus, can nearly quadruple the risk of developing MS the following year, finds Journal of Infectious Diseases study. Plus exposure to the Epstein-Barr virus, which is responsible for mononucleosis, may boost the risk.”
No wonder I was screwed I had mono in college after I came back from that European adventure of visiting all those Couture Houses in all those countries, seven in all, back in 1969, as part of my educational program for LIM, but I drank the wrong bottled water in Lisbon, our last stop before flying home and I had dysentery on that flight all the way home, talk about memorable experiences. But I was not alone many of us did, and our chaperones gave us Paregoric, at the time illegal in the states but not in Europe, to help us deal with horrors of the effects of our misdeeds, choosing the wrong beverage!

I missed weeks of school that time and never did fully recover, feeling always slightly weak for ages/years.

Sadly, when I read all that, my worry momma alarm went off! Both our sons had, had chickenpox since even by 1982 and 1983, oddly enough they had them a year apart nearly to the day, weird, there were still not inoculations at that time either to prevent chickenpox, which we never realized could be a sleeper future danger to all who went through it…Measles were known to be harmful for expectant Moms to be near, thought and proven, to be a cause of mental retardation and Down’s Syndrome, but chickenpox was considered no big deal!
To think now that at their ages of thirty-six and forty our boys, that the unthinkable could happen I called number one son and asked him to get the shingles shot and why and he assured me he would and I also asked him to contact his brother who as you know won’t speak to me or Hubby.
Unfortunately, the younger son also had mono in high school, a double whammy!
Oh worries!
Family history also supposedly plays a big role in getting it too; well I was the fourth one in my family to get MS…not good for my offspring either!

Now don’t get me wrong many people grew up in the 1950’s and never ever had chickenpox or had it and did not get shingles or MS, but it is a very interesting concept and hits too close to my own reality and home. Although, many with those above mentioned issues too have not gotten Multiple Sclerosis, and so as many things are in life it is a crap shoot, but I always think that it is better to err on the side of caution, hmm?

I did Google other correlations between the two that is Shingle/ MS connection and other sites were not as definite and more definite and some fairly vague: Below are only two but there are many more:
http://www.ehow.com/about_5542231_multiple-sclerosis-shingles-vaccine-cure.html
http://www.cjns.org/26febtoc/herpes.html

I am just working those electric brainwaves in thought and deeds, got to keep checking that they are functioning…
Interesting information that pertains to ones self, you gotta admit at times can be heart stopping or give you an AHA moment in time… it’s how you use what you find out that matters and sharing has been my way, over these last few years.
I am sure that I am one of the last in the Multiple Sclerosis family on Facebook and in the world that didn’t know about the connection that may have more recent research disproving this.

The odd part and even Hubby can vouch for this, that not one doctor, or forms or neurologist ever asked me if I had, had shingles…how truly odd.
All I can say is the next time you are in a doctor’s office filling out one of those endless pages all about you, look for the shingles question, I don’t believe you will find it.
I think at the very least it should be included in your medical history since it appears to be a somewhat of a missing link in some cases…hmm?

On that suggestion of who knows what, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share all those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

Quickly I will write tonight!

To emote is more than those cute little iconic faces.

All emotions are part of us as much as our DNA is.
Why we are human beings and therefore have feelings, we are not automatons or Mr. Spock.

My fear is with my too many health issues and medications that although through with the two most significant women hormone ages, puberty and menopause I have once again become a slave to my emotions.
It tears my heart out with frustration that I cannot do it all for people who need help…
And today, at a meeting I almost lost it when discussing all that we can do but not enough in my mind.
I almost decided to quit before I began mostly due to the fear of not keeping my personal relating to the patients out of the mix.
When all these many of my ills started to mount I think with other nasty happenings, it all became a bit too overwhelming and so I quit it all; with the thinking that I couldn’t do a thing.
It’s my temperament that is at the gist of my problem and my attitude of wanting to be the best at that whatever I tackle; anything less is not good, in my strange way of thinking.

The meeting was the monthly meeting for the volunteers at the clinic.
And the discussion was procedures and information about how to handle the access of the medications for patients.
Also the topic of the move from a trailer into a solid building that was due to successful fund raising and was paid for and is undergoing renovations as I write. The hope is for this fall.
The exact date for it to be ready is an unknown factor now, and delivery of medications was of concern, but most feel that many will figure it out, so not that big an issue.

The meeting was a good one and quite informative, my trainer is the manager of the volunteers and she ran the meeting too on her birthday.

I felt that with only two accessible group pharmaceuticals that perhaps some were not included, but another volunteer felt it is only about one or two percent.
But that one medication that we could not provide for that one patient was a chemo one and even while trying more possibilities at home neither of us could locate any programs for that particular one. The client had been sent home being told that perhaps a similar one could be recommended by their doctor, to me frustrating.

And so me being me I worry if I can handle that.
I looked up emotions and to find more about how and why this particular site was a simple as is gets with what I thought were a wonderful dissecting explanations:
http://www.trans4mind.com/heart/emotions.html

But understanding and being concerned about how you may react in certain situations is definitely as different as it gets and so I found that through reading the above site there was something that could actually determine and perhaps soothe my concerns, an Emotional Intelligence Test and so I took it and asked Hubby to take it right after me.
And guess what?
I passed with flying colors and he did too! We had gotten the same response/results, which made my radar go off and so I took it one more time with different responses to see if it was not just shinning us on… and sure enough… it was way different, and not anything like our initial honest answers were, so I guess it works… but it is free and we all know that you get what you pay for and all that…so who knows really, oh well, but it helped me…

And so I decided to carry on and try my best to do the job of helping others!
Here’s the link if you too would like to try it: http://www.ihhp.com/?page=freeEQquiz

All I have to say is that I have decided to try to keep ‘my emotes’ in check and help as many people as I can with as much resources as there are for us to use there.

With that realization of wanting to be as capable as possible with helping others, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you kindly to count all your blessings and share all those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

PS today I received a strange call from the cancer people asking me if I had my needle biopsy. And I told them it was in February and benign. I had called them for help due to lack of insurance for the procedure and was annoyed that they called just now… well, anyway I did turn lemons into lemonade since after I told the woman why I was perturbed and she apologized. I also thought aloud what if I wasn’t so lucky and it had been cancer. I picked her brain for resources for free cancer /chemo drugs available online, since we deal with low income uninsured people. And she felt very happy to help and will be emailing me accordingly. TA DA! Not all bridges have to be burned, but I have to stop the singeing process too, everyday I do learn another thing or two… I can only hope for that!

More journeys of interest...

Now I did not suggest that it was a physically moving vacation type trip; only a journey.

Journeys can be many things to as many people who think about what it is…
And I had mentioned a few days ago how I would like to know more than my little brain has had in it for all these years… and that I had wanted to refill it with new information or learning more about minute mundane things that I thought I knew mostly about but not the whole story, okay?

One word was the term or profession of, ‘wordsmith’, is it a real word or a compound system contrived by someone to describe people of the amazing ability to know the meaning of many words and their proper usages?
WORDSMITH, to me gives you the feel of a throw back word from a time where specialist in certain fields were called smiths, such as Blacksmiths who knew how to make metal wrought iron objects from decorative to useful.
Goldsmiths did the same with gold and silversmiths did it with silver, tinsmiths with their medium of tin, coppersmiths with copper etc, you get the idea…
So anyone would logically, dare I say ‘assume’ that a WORDSMITH worked with words?

And voila I was correct!
Below is the accurate definition of WORDSMITH!
“Definition of WORDSMITH
: a person who works with words; especially : a skillful writer
— word•smith•ery \-ˌsmi-thə-rē\ noun
First Known Use of WORDSMITH
1873”
Thanks to Merriam Webster online dictionary.

Now that that is cleared up…
Are there other wonderments of mine that need attention this evening?
Well, only since you asked, or you didn’t; oh no, I hear you yelling that I did! Whoa, keep the words to a minimum folks I cannot understand all of you when you try speaking at the same time! Kidding, but of course you knew that… Oh some of you didn’t?
Shall I explain?
I can’t hear you since this is NOT SKYPE, you see I do not have that capability, this is not a smart phone, iphone, ipad or iiiiii anything! Ours is an elderly PC put together with a spit and a prayer, actually more like a Frankenstein with legally purchased parts, no grave robbing parts here, ha!

Although, this is usually all about I, thus any ipad connection, chop shop variety, but all legally acquired too, ha!
Wait, my wordsmith cohabitants of this blog ARE all my own interpretation of my own thoughts ideas and or concepts, including the redundancies!

Where else can you read nightly such fracturing of the English language so blatantly?
Come on, you know that you enjoy finding all my grammatical and non grammatical butchery, don’t cha?
Teasing you, or perhaps not…

Moving on…
Now that concept of practice makes perfect, why this is a perfect example of that not necessarily being the case, hmm?
Well, let’s put on our analytical hats for a second and really examine what the word, ‘practice’ means, okay?

“prac•tice (pr k t s)
v. prac•ticed, prac•tic•ing, prac•tic•es
v.tr.
1. To do or perform habitually or customarily; make a habit of: practices courtesy in social situations.
2. To do or perform (something) repeatedly in order to acquire or polish a skill: practice a dance step.
3. To give lessons or repeated instructions to; drill: practiced the students in handwriting.
4. To work at, especially as a profession: practice law.
5. To carry out in action; observe: practices a religion piously.
6. Obsolete To plot (something evil).
v.intr.
1. To do or perform something habitually or repeatedly.
2. To do something repeatedly in order to acquire or polish a skill.
3. To work at a profession.
4. Archaic To intrigue or plot.
n.
1. A habitual or customary action or way of doing something: makes a practice of being punctual.
2.
a. Repeated performance of an activity in order to learn or perfect a skill: Practice will make you a good musician.
b. A session of preparation or performance undertaken to acquire or polish a skill: goes to piano practice weekly; scheduled a soccer practice for Saturday.
c. Archaic The skill so learned or perfected.
d. The condition of being skilled through repeated exercise: out of practice.
3. The act or process of doing something; performance or action: a theory that is difficult to put into practice.
4. Exercise of an occupation or profession: the practice of law.
5. The business of a professional person: an obstetrician with her own practice.
6. A habitual or customary action or act. Often used in the plural: That company engages in questionable business practices. Facial tattooing is a standard practice among certain peoples.
7. Law The methods of procedure used in a court of law.
8. Archaic
a. The act of tricking or scheming, especially with malicious intent.
b. A trick, scheme, or intrigue.
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[Middle English practisen, from Old French practiser, alteration of practiquer, from practique, practice, from Medieval Latin pr ctica; see practicable.]
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prac tic•er n.
Synonyms: practice, exercise, rehearse
These verbs mean to do repeatedly to acquire or maintain proficiency: practice the shot put; exercising one's wits; rehearsed the play for 14 days. See Also Synonyms at habit.”

“The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition copyright ©2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company. Updated in 2009. Published by Houghton Mifflin Company. All rights reserved.” (OOPS this is NOT plagiarism! I used the quotes and therefore I am completely innocent, really, please?)

Thanks to my online resource: http://www.thefreedictionary.com/practice

Now I do hope that when I use these two important words in the future I will have under my belt, figuratively speaking, the all encompassing proper usage of them with their personal identities well in tact and not used irrespectively or disrespectively without thought and so in conclusion, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share all those overages and we will too! And don’t forget to smile since it does fool the brain!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?