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Today my routine blood pressure check, each morning, sparked some activity, indeed since that medicine fiasco a few weeks ago, (where the doctor's in conflict with each other, chopped and changed my medication with near fatal results), the staff have kept an ever-watchful eye on my health, to the degree that the slightest change causes great concern.

My blog gives me a chance to express my feelings, concerns, and even seek reassurance too.
I would like to ask, is my blood pressure reading particularly bad?
This morning's three readings were;
144/101
146/105
148/107
Thereafter, I was quickly given a blood test, ECG, and heart ultrasound scan...all happened without any information being passed to the patient, namely me..but I was grateful for the attention nonetheless.

After, a nurse who is typical of so many at 'ground level', tried so hard to help me, expressed normal and very human reactions to my readings, and even voiced her concern at the doctor who had stopped my 'safe medicine' for my heart. This decision by the doctor seems to have nearly killed me.
The nurse vented some anger about it, and demanded I be checked by him, to 'reinstate the normal heart medication that kept me stable for months'.

This is amazing. But at least I have someone here on my side, who also reassured me that the doctor really is appalling. I shall tell him that a job in Premiership refereeing awaits.

Ich glaube Ihnen
Ich glaube Ihrem Gefühl
Sie geben mir Gefühl
Sie nehmen mein Gefühl
Sie glauben meinem Gefühl
Sie glauben mir.

I feel you.
I feel your emotion.
You give me emotion.
You take my emotion.
You feel my feeling.
You feel me.

One morning, after he had finished his meditation, the old man opened his eyes and saw a scorpion floating helplessly in the water. As the scorpion was washed closer to the tree, the old man quickly stretched himself out on one of the long roots that branched out into the river and reached out to rescue the drowning creature. As soon as he touched it, the scorpion stung him. Instinctively the man withdrew his hand. A minute later, after he had regained his balance, he stretched himself out again on the roots to save the scorpion. This time the scorpion stung him so badly with its poisonous tail that his hand became swollen and bloody and his face contorted with pain.

At that moment, a passerby saw the old man stretched out on the roots struggling with the scorpion and shouted: "Hey, stupid old man, what's wrong with you? Only a fool would risk his life for the sake of an ugly, evil creature. Don't you know you could kill yourself trying to save that ungrateful scorpion?"

The old man turned his head. Looking into the stranger's eyes he said calmly, "My friend, just because it is the scorpion's nature to sting, that does not change my nature to save."

I now know who are the scorpions in hospital!!

This was written after waking from medicated, and pained, sleep.
As today has brought news that I'll be quickly taken to surgery at 11am+ with no reason given other than 'blood pressure'.

Oh well, another subject to write about later...hopefully...

The world expands upon closed eyes
days finishing line is the nights prized race
restricted by what I see arise
I'm drawn behind portière dividing grace

hours displaced, thrown into a braid of destiny
recall and wishes, all within minds reach
from Aponsi in gilded Wat reverie
subconsciously restoring Khmer temples to teach

within freedom, ocean drifts noumenon
without restriction, lands advancing certainties
priorities and necessities in eyeopening dénouement
entitlements of freewill give restfull sensitivities

the minds sepia snapshots return home
from journeys sempiternal mile
in the prorogue of awakening roam
for dreams are shadows of eyes dial.

written by wensum24.

Names Day
by, David Kuchta

Not too long ago, many people were named for a Patron Saint. Although popular throughout Europe, Russia and many other parts of the globe, it does seem to be going by the wayside. In some countries it was the custom to name a child after a Saint and therefore, the day of the child’s birth was not important but, the day commemorated for his or her "Saint." In the Slavic countries it was popular to give the first born male child the same name as his father. For some families this went on for generations. Many different ethnic groups don't only celebrate the birthday of a person, but his "Name Day," and also think it just as important to honor the day of his or her death. For the Russian Orthodox Christians (and those who were Greek Catholic) "Names Day" is supposed to be a spiritual holiday. In the old times, before the communist revolution, people normally visited church on their particular "Names Day" and prayed to the Saint they were named after. Usually people that were celebrating the certain "Names Day" would be congratulated on his special day. Since the Russian Orthodox Christians thought this to be a spiritual time, presents were not appropriate unless it was a spiritual present such as a book or icon.

Of course, the modern generation's ways of doing things are fast changing. Lil Junas gave me a little input on how the school kids celebrated their "Names Day" while in school (This was while she was working in Slovakia). She said, "They were celebrated just like birthdays, with cake and other sweets. The school kids would bring something sweet to pass around to the class." The teacher would acknowledge that person's, "Name Day." Gifts weren't given in school, but some did get gifts at home. Some people claimed that the "Names Day" was more important then a birthday. Maybe this was so, a few generations back, but in modern Slovakia a persons birthday is more important then his "Name Day" according to Martin Lipocky, who is a citizen of Slovakia. Lipocky claims that some people appreciate "Names Day" the same way as they do birthdays. He thinks of it as a special day for reminding a person you like, how much you think of them. Lipocky said, "The person usually treats the congratulating person for a cup of coffee and some cake or goodies. The appreciated gifts are chocolate, some candy, or a bottle of spirits and/or flowers for the women."

During our modern times, it is appropriate for the celebrant of the "Names Day" to do the supplying of goodies, coffee or liquid refreshment. Even birthdays are being celebrated the same way at business's or work areas. At home, the celebrant of the "Names Day" or birthday, may receive gifts and is treated to some type of party by family members. Times are changing!

25th nervous slowdown...
written about my near fateful day on the 25th, when overmedication threw my body into turmoil...yet there were reasons to keep going...

So whose hand is it anyway?
while I lay here and write
a defiant line goes astray
sweeping markers fielding Herbst blight
doses administered in supposed docility
for their hands of fate sought duplicity

Tied to inhospitable medical paralysis
ironically in the hands of medgicians
extinguishing my heart, tricking my anamnesis
my eyes become reflecting physicians
(in)sight, the last movement to be played
far-removed, yet watchful and staid

Another pulse indoctrinates consulting induction
visions indrawn, the blurring of time;
early night! my soul's horizontal deduction
I'm a baby in your arms of loving sublime
safe and warm beside your heartbeats
not withstanding the brink of fatal entreats.

Life is given-
in small doses
lightly
-over to you.

written by wensum24