When I do my “Coping and Healing” therapy groups at work (and I did two of those yesterday), we keep track of the themes that track throughout the group discussion.
Here are a few of those, from last night’s group:
If you are keeping track of my blog posts, you might know there are certain aspects of Boston weather that derail me, like
- how long the winters last,
- how much snow we get (especially this year), and
- how agonizingly beautiful and short the spring — my favorite season — seems, especially in comparison to the agonizing-for-other-reasons winters.
Last year, I went off track during spring — for over a month — because I got pneumonia.
This year, I’ll be going off track during spring — for a week, my doctors think — because I’ll be getting surgery, which we hope will keep my heart on track for a good while.
I’ve obviously taken a track, here, away from the group themes I showed you above.
Or have I?
No matter what track we’re on right now, did you lose track of that first item shown above on my group white board ?
If you keep track of Passover, you’ll know that hail is one of the 10 plagues visited upon the ancient Egyptians, convincing them to release its Hebrew inhabitants from slavery.
This week, hail was visited upon the modern Bostonians, which did NOT release its inhabitants from the slavery of unseasonably cold and miserable weather. Indeed, if you kept track of my post yesterday, you might have seen this:
Because I keep track of my thoughts (if not my photos ) I can tell you what I was thinking when I snapped that picture:
All these birds are beautiful and IT’S FRIGGIN’ HAILING ON APRIL 8.
Ever since my heart went into atrial fibrillation in the fall of 2013, my doctors have been asking me to keep track of my weight, every day. They want to keep track of me, in case I start going in to heart failure.
I resisted keeping track that way, until this week. After all, who wants to keep track of:
- their weight, especially if they aren’t on the same weight track they were on when they were young and/or
- any kind of failure?
As oft happens, I’m not sure what kind of track I’m on there. That weight gain could mean
- Indications of heart failure and/or
- too much fried matzo and matzo ball soup.
I guess I’ll call my doctors so we can keep on keeping track of things, together.
In case you want to keep track of what’s going on under those numbers, here it is:
Yes, it’s a stool that looks like a jellyfish.
Years ago, when I was keeping track of my son Aaron’s Halloween costumes, I posted this 2007 video on YouTube:
Lest you think I’ve totally lost track here, that video shows Aaron in a jellyfish costume I made for him, when I temporarily lost track of my usual belief that I cannot make good costumes.
Because I’m also keeping track of the time this morning, here’s a well-enough-on-track tune for you all.
Many thanks to all who helped me create this post and to you — of course! — for keeping track of me, today.