Posts Tagged With: Boston Spring 2015

Day 857: Dis/Comfort

Monday evening, after my discomfortingly long surgery earlier that day, the comforting Dr. Mark Estes visited my typically comfortable hospital room to comfortingly talk about my recovery. At one point, he said:

You’ll have quite a bit of discomfort.

I turned, uncomfortably, to say to my visitors, “When a doctor uses the word ‘discomfort’ …”

And Dr. Estes finished my sentence:

It’ll hurt like hell.

How much discomfort do I have right now, as I’m writing this dis/comfort post?

Well, I wouldn’t use the word “hell” to describe my comfort level. However, I wouldn’t use the word “heaven,” either.

Since Monday’s surgery, several comforting people have asked me to rate my pain/discomfort level on a scale of 1 to 7, 8, or 10. While I can’t comfortably remember the upper end of that scale, I feel comfortable telling you that those pain/discomfort scales include faces of people in increasing amounts of discomfort. I usually feel uncomfortable looking at those discomforting faces and trying to assign a number to my own discomfort.

How comfortable are you with discomfort scales like those?

Has my discomfort decreased since Monday?

Yes.

Am I comfortable?

Not yet.

Will my left shoulder — where Dr. Estes implanted a pacemaker/defibrillator — ever feel comfortable again?

I hope so.

Will I feel comfortable returning to work in four days?

Time will tell.

Yesterday, my comforting friend Peggy visited me at home, bringing this Get Well balloon, which could cause different levels of dis/comfort, depending on where you live:


Peggy and I then took a short comforting walk in the beautifully comfortable weather. Along the way, Peggy expressed some discomfort about how pansies don’t seem to have faces the way they used to. In response, I comfortably took these photos:


    

Are you comforted or discomforted by the faces in those pansies?


I am much more comfortable with that kind of slush than I am with the uncomfortable slush and snow that discomforted Boston for so many months, this year.

Are you comforted or discomforted by the other photos I took yesterday?


        

Lately, I’ve been very comfortable with the music of Todd Rundgren, especially when he gives comforting answers like these:

I find that performance of “Love is the Answer” very comforting.

Comfortable thanks to Dr. Estes, to Peggy, to flowers and flowering trees (with or without faces), to flavored slush, to welcoming things everywhere, to Michael for the comfort food last night, to Todd Rundgren, and to all my comforting visitors, including you!

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Day 848: Real Sugar

This is the first photo I took yesterday:

Real sugar is sweet. I’m not sure  what fake sugar is.

Here’s another real sugar shot I took yesterday, by a real sweet accident:


That’s my real sweet son, Aaron, home from his trip to Italy, where one of the highlights was the gelato.

I’m assuming that gelato in Italy is made with real sugar. Do you know, my sweet readers, the answers to these real sugar questions?

  1.  What are the ingredients in gelato, besides real sugar?
  2.  What makes gelato different from real sugar ice cream?
  3. What makes gelato in Italy more real than gelato anywhere else?

Those questions came up in a real  discussion I had with really sweet Aaron and my real sugar-pie honey-bunch Michael, last night.

Here are some other real photos I took yesterday, which I’m sweet on. Which ones are real sugar, to you?

                         

To me, sweet spring tree blossoms look like real spun sugar. For real, a sweet stranger was taking sweet photos of those same real sugar-sweet tree blossoms yesterday, and she was sweet enough to let me take this real picture:

Sweet! Here’s more real sugar, from yesterday:

 

Sugars, I took those last two shots — at home, sweet, home — of two real-sugar gifts my sweet son brought back from Italy for me and my sugarpie.

What real sugar song might you sweetly choose for this Real Sugar post?

I can’t help myself from using “Sugar Pie Honey Bunch” with the Four Tops.

One more sugar shot, for real, before I publish this real sugar post:


Enlightenedly real sugar (or sugar-free) gratitude to Aaron, Michael, sweet refreshments (including gelato), sugar-like flowering trees, Fenway Park, the sweet stranger with the sugar-white iPhone, Kilwin’s chocolates, real thank you’s, tulips, earrings, snow globes, the Four Tops, sugar pies, honey bunches, and you — for your sweet visit here, today.

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Day 843: Daily Fantasy

Yesterday, on my way to work, I saw this:


Here are some of my daily fantasies:

  • Kindness is as valued and rewarded as ambition is.
  • People have room  to experience and express tears, fears, disappointments,  AND joys.
  • We learn to focus more on the gifts of the present, letting go of regrets about the past and anxieties about the future.
  • Accomplishments and possibilities get as much attention as problems, mistakes, and limitations.
  • I feel more secure, daily, about all my blogging photos and words staying where I put them.  
  • Asking for support from each other is never seen as “weak.”
  • People get enough of what they need each day, including water, chocolate,  or anything else.
  • Each of the four seasons in New England, USA,  lasts the  full three months (instead of a certain cold and unnamed season getting more air time than the other three).

Here are some daily fantasies I saw yesterday, as I tripped the light fantastic:

            

                  


Another daily fantasy of mine: that you express whatever you choose,  in a comment below.

Here are Tears for Fears describing a daily fantasy for lots of people, live:

Is that true? Does everybody want to rule the world?

Fantastic thanks to all who helped me create this fantasy of a post today and thanks to you — of course! — for being here.

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Day 834: Keep Calm

Okay, everybody, keep calm,  even if


…there’s still snow around,  in mid-April.

Keep calm, even if you’re surrounded by loud noises, people, and vehicles.

  

 

Keep calm!  Loud noises, people, and vehicles might just mean it’s the home opening game for the hometown baseball team.

No matter what is going on around you, keep calm

and deliver on, as best you can.

I’m now keeping calm and delivering on to you some photos from my office, where people keep calm and/or do not keep calm, depending upon what they’re bringing in that day.

If somebody called you “too much” or “too emotional,” would you keep calm or not? 

If anybody says you’re “too” anything,

  • keep calm as best you can,
  • consider the source,
  • ask yourself “does this information help me?”,
  • deliver on a truthful response, if you choose, and
  • move on.

What keeps you calm?  I can think of three things that keep me calm, right now:

(1) cats, (2) good food

and (3) music.

“Sister Serene,” by George Duke, has been keeping me calm for many years.

In this moment, I’m keeping calm, even though

  1. my 17-year-old son is leaving for a 10-day trip to Italy tomorrow,
  2. the 2nd anniversary of the Boston Marathon bombing is tomorrow,
  3. tomorrow is also tax day (and the only things that are inevitable in our lives are “death and taxes”), and
  4. I’m having surgery in three weeks.

One more thing that keeps me calm: 

Too little snow!

Calm thanks to the calming and exciting keyboardist George Duke (who — I just found out while writing this post — passed away in 2013), to serene sisters and brothers everywhere, to people who keep calm and lose calm and then keep it again, to the Boston Red Sox, to the nice delivery guy who let me take a picture of his t-shirt,  to the thousands of calm and non-calm Red Sox fans I saw on my walks to and from work yesterday, to everybody and everything that has helped me keep calm over the years,  and to you — of course! — for calming me with your visit here, today.

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