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Elusive Good Health

Good health has been impossible to find for the past several weeks, it seems. Although, to be fair, it really seems like good health has been sporadic since early this year – it’s not just a recent thing. I had my potassium drop in 7 hours (I kept almost losing unconsciousness and really scared my husband!) at the beginning of the year. I got a viral cold in March. I threw my neck out with that and am still having issues (I’m seeing a chiropractor and a massage therapist still). I was having daily allergies (headache and congestion) that allergy meds seemed to quit helping after a while. I kept having trouble sleeping so would feel terrible and then not sleep well because I felt so bad. And then a few weeks ago my daily headaches got drastically worse and I developed light sensitivity and eye pain and found out I had pitted corneas and probably sinusitis (for which I just finished treatment).

Then, last week I went to the ER for chest/back/stomach pains – pain so bad I was having trouble breathing and talking, and then pain that got worse (I started crying) while I was sitting on the bed being stared at by two pharmacy patients, a doctor, and the nurse. They diagnosed my with low potassium levels and hypothyroidism, gave me a couple potassium pills and a prescription for thyroid medicine, and sent me home. The chest pains had actually started the day before, but I’d thought they’d been getting better (until I tried to drink anything too fast or eat anything). They continued on until the next day, when they finally got better in the evening. And my legs started hurting.

I was only panicking a little that day and especially that night. And by little I mean I called a nurse helpline offered through my husband’s insurance three times and resisted calling a fourth time immediately after the third time as my leg pain subsided for a numbish-tingly feeling in my feet and ankles when I was sitting or laying down.

I went into work the next day (Friday) but left early to see a nurse practitioner. I wasn’t thinking clearly however and went to the wrong location. I ended up being twelve minutes late to my appointment – and they reschedule if you’re ten late. I stood there wondering if I was going to faint, trying to not cry (I had in the car when I realized I wasn’t going to make it – I was still a mess), and with the pressure in my ears building into a strong headache. Apparently crying and holding your head in pain is a good way to make nurses take pity on you however, because when I did both after they told me I’d just have to reschedule, they let me stay and the Nurse Practitioner fit me in quickly into her streamlined schedule.

Apparently what the ER hadn’t told me was that the chest pains were probably due to anxiety. I mentioned to the NP that I’d been having low levels of anxiety and tension everyday for a long time, as well, and she prescribed an anxiety med, gave me allergy meds for the headache and sinuses, and sent me home. My feet still felt numb and tingly that night, however.

Saturday, I got a painfully sharp sore throat, and then proceeded to lose more and more of my voice as the evening wore on and my throat felt more and more constricted by a large lump – I was apparently having a reaction to something, I decided. But whether it was to a medication or the lip gloss I’d used shortly before the sore throat acted up I wasn’t certain.

It got better, however, and I had an appointment scheduled for Monday anyway. Over the weekend I’d just keep an eye on it and go to the ER if it happened again or got worse. My throat didn’t get worse. My legs and feet did. They start feeling numbish and tingly all the time Sunday evening.

Monday I noticed the faint red marks I’d noticed on my arms were worse. My husband at first feared he had somehow transferred poisen ivy to me after his walk outside, but it didn’t look like that and wasn’t itchy. I just had small red marks all over the insides of my arms, my chest, and my upper back. The Nurse Practitioner focused mainly on my suspected allergic reaction, taking me off one of the meds to see if it was from that or not. She suspected the feet tingling was from a med as well, and I didn’t speak up enough about the fact that that symptom had started the night before I took any of the new meds aside from the thyroid medication – for which tingly extremities is not a known side-effect.

Well, the tingling got worse Tuesday while the non-itchy rash kept getting better. But as it was getting better on Monday too, I doubted the reaction was to a med after all.

Today, the tingling felt better when I woke up. And then the aches and pains started. Not just in my feet but my ankles, my calves and shins, my knees, and even in my thighs at times. Not constant, not consistent, they would fade out somewhat at time and then come back. And the tingly numbish feeling persisted lowly in the background. I called the nurse helpline again (or was that last night? My memory isn’t good still). She said they normally send people to the ER for persistent tingling, but since I’d already talked to my primary care provider (PCP) about it, if I wanted to do that again I could. So I called my NP. And today was her day off. So I talked to a nurse and she said much the same thing, and left the message for my NP.

I also had another appointment with the ophthalmologist I’d been seeing about my eyes this morning. She mentioned something I’d been holding in reserve as a possibility if the thyroid medication and nothing else helped my symptoms – Lyme Disease. A relative had also been kind enough to inform me that my great-grandmother’s side of the family has a lot of autoimmune diseases as well as Fuchs Corneal Dystrophy. My mother-in-law was also telling my husband that they knew a guy with similar symptoms as me who couldn’t get a diagnoses until he went to a herb shop and they quickly realized he had a certain type of parasite. So, I have lots of options for if the health issues continue. None good, none easy, but all options.

However, I’d still prefer for my body to decide I’ve struggled enough and give me that trophy of elusive good health already. Preferably today, but anytime this week would be okay. (I’d even take it as a participation or consolation reward!) In the meantime, I’ll try to not panic – and will probably fail to some degree.

And I’ll probably go to the ER yet again – but, today, hopefully after work actually ends.

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The Bell

I hang up high,

Shapely and graceful,

Enclosed about in white.

I have windows on every side

Through which I see the sky.


I am alone

Up here so high,

But there are birds

Who flit past and some

Who come to live with me.


I love to sing,

To ring out loud

And when I do –

The birds sing too

Fluttering all around.


I feel a tug,

It’s time to sing –

Time to cry out gleefully

In my deep clear voice

As I dance and prance.



My song bursts forth,

I hope that others hear.

I want them to be as glad

As singing out makes me.


It’s been a few years,

But once I saw a person too.

He climbed up from below

And worked to clean me up

So I was sad to see him go.


But, as he


I felt a tug on me.

So I sang out – very glad

That he would get to hear me.









This poem was written for a creative writing class I took this summer and it was meant to be written from the perspective of any non-human, with the form of the poem preferably echoing the object it was about. It took lots of revisions but it was a fun poem! And sorry mom, yes, there is a swear word in it. It fit and leaves the ending just ambiguous enough that we know what is meant, but the bell can take it to be either good or bad.

Other writings from this class:

Nights in the ER

War Changes Everything – A Short Story


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War Changes Everything – A Short Story

“War Changes Everything” was written for a creative writing class, based on a prompt to write a scene based on a piece of art. The artwork I chose was “Nighthawks”, by  Edward Hopper (the painting can be found here). I decided to write a short story based on the couple seen in the painting, and because of the painting’s date, a WWII setting was obvious. The following scene allowed me to create a brief look at what was a pivotal time in history – for both the world and for women, as seen in one couple’s relationship.



“War Changes Everything”

Mary had tried to bring it up gently. She’d waited till the end of the meal even. Although, she wasn’t certain if that was for her to gather her courage or simply to allow him to enjoy the meal. But that wasn’t enough, apparently. John promptly dropped his hand to his side so he wasn’t touching her hand anymore.

“No. I don’t like it, Mary.” John’s voice was soft but urgent. Mary looked up at him briefly and then dropped her eyes back to the cup of coffee she had started hugging with her hands, briefly glancing at the cook. Thankfully, it didn’t look like he was paying attention as he cleaned the counter where some other late-night diners had just finished. John’s voice became a little harder now, but he still kept it quiet. “I’m goin’ to be your husband, and I won’t have ya’ doing that. It isn’t proper, it isn’t nice, it isn’t safe,” he let out a small huff of breath, “it simply isn’t the sort of thing ya’ should be doin’.” He knocked his hat a little further back on his head absently as he rubbed his bloodshot eyes. Maybe she should have waited till tomorrow, when he wasn’t just getting off work, but she hadn’t wanted to wait too long.

“It also isn’t your decision, John.” Mary finally looked at him, eyes dark beneath her red hair, which shimmered under the fluorescent lights. Her voice was firm as well. It was also starting to go up in pitch with her growing anger. “They need more people and it’s open for women now. I want to do more than stay home and wait to see how the war turns out.” This was frustrating. She’d been hoping he would see her side of it and back her up to her father.

“It is my decision though,” John clenched his left hand, knuckles protruding, “as your future husband. Why don’t I get ya’ a job at my factory? We need more workers there too, what with everyone signin’ up for the army. There’s a job openin’ in the office which ya’d be lulu for. More and more dames are working there already.”

Mary took a deep breath, her coffee smelling acid and bitter as she took a slow sip. She forced her voice to a more modulated tone, softening the edges of the rock she felt catching in her chest. “I’m going to apply on Monday, John. Sitting on the sidelines may work for some people but not me, and working in the factory… it would feel like the sidelines to me. I would have thought you’d understand that about me, of all people.” John’s cheek twitched. She suddenly hoped he hadn’t thought she was implying that he was sitting on the sidelines and thus, a coward, like some did. She understood him – so why was she starting to feel like that wasn’t mutual?

“I. Won’t. Have it.” John was glaring at his own cup of coffee. “Da-“ He broke off the curse he’d started, always the gentleman about swearing in front of ladies. He held up a hand in apology. Suddenly he sighed and relaxed his shoulders, his fingers coming up from massaging his bad leg to splay out on the counter again. “Mary… I love ya’. Ya’ know I wan’ the best for ya’, and the military… It’ll be worse than the factory is and ya’ know how dangerous and rough that is! And,” he hesitated for a moment to glance at her, moving his hand back towards hers, “I won’t be with ya’.” Mary started to open her mouth as she faced him and he laid his hand on hers before continuing. “Besides, your father would never approve and what do ya’ think they’d have ya’ do in the military anyway? Same thing ya’d be doin’ in the factory. Ya’d be helpin’ the war effort workin’ here just as much, but ya wouldn’t be leavin’ your family. Ya’ wouldn’t be leaving me. We could still get married this summer, just like we’d planned.” He smiled at her and caressed her hand a little, a quick glance straying towards the two other occupants in the diner before coming back to her. The cook was in the back of the diner, dejectedly waving away smoke from something that’d started to burn. Probably his own dinner. “Mary, I’m afraid ya’ just haven’t thought this through well. What possible reason could ya’ have to leave everythin’ – everyone, when ya’ could still be of use here? Anyway,” his eyes narrowed, “who’s brainchild is this? Can’t be yours. I know Ms. Fairchild down the street always had funny ideas about women and -”

Mary finally interrupted, her mouth straight, as she removed her hand from his. “It was mine, John.” She leaned towards him. “Yes, Katherine was the one who told me about the service, but I was the one who asked. I want to do something with myself – something different.” She took a deep breath as her chin lifted a little in defiance. “I just lost my job as Mr. Flynn’s secretary today – he enlisted. I’ve always been good at math and science; but I think I can be of more use in the service now, even if I do end up doing much the same thing.” Mary was gesturing as she spoke, forming a fiery speech as though it’d burn out any doubts. “Besides, Bert just signed up and will be leaving soon. He won’t be around for a summer wedding anymore. I want to do more than hope he’s alright. I want to do more than stay here in comfort and let the daily grind rule my life. They need help with the war effort and I want to go. Please, John, can’t you understand?” She finally, slowly, stretched her fingers back towards his hand, touching the back of it. “I know you would go if you could, but you can’t. You didn’t run away from the factory after your accident; why should I run from this just because it could be dangerous as well?”

John tightened his jaw and stared out at the dark deserted street. The diner’s lights flowed out from the glass windows, but there was little color there or inside except for Mary with her flaming hair and bright dress. He slowly took a sip of coffee, and set it down with a jagged sigh. “I’m jus’ wondering why ya’ can’t understand reason, babydoll. Why ya’ refuse to let me take care of ya’.”

She sighed, taking a firmer grasp of his hand in an attempt to pull his attention back to her. “John. I love you, but I have to do this. And it’s not unreasonable!” She smiled at him, but it was small and didn’t reach her eyes. “Why can’t we get married on the 16th? Bert won’t be leaving before then; he could still come to it.”

To their side, around the curve in the counter, the other man in the diner loudly set his cup down and called for a refill, breaking their bubble of attention. They both shifted back slightly as they were reminded they weren’t alone.

John looked at her, and slowly the corners of his mouth relaxed and almost turned up. “If we do, will ya’ give up this daft idea? I know ya’ were planning on getting a dress special for it, but ya’ could always wear that flowered one. I always thought ya’ looked real swell in it.” He smiled at her finally.

Mary jerked her hand away from his. She was starting to wonder why no one was staring at them – or if the men in the diner were simply being polite by feigning disinterest. “No, John, I won’t.” Her eyes sparked. “I’m going to do it no matter what. I’m sure it’ll take a bit for anything to happen even if I am accepted. And even if I am moved far away, I’ll be coming home to you at the end of the war. It’s just for a short while, until the war is over. I’m not going to leave you cold, John.”

John’s mouth straightened back out and he turned away from her to stare at the counter, one hand clutching the cup and bringing it to his lips almost reflexively. He looked like one of the machines in his factory, Mary thought, while she felt like anything but that.

“Well… then I hope your father has better luck talkin’ sense into ya’ than I’ve’ad”, John straightened up and moved his cup away, “since you’re so determined to brush me off.” He raised a hand towards the cook and deposited some money on the counter. He didn’t count it carefully out like he did normally. He stood up brusquely and started to take her arm. She stood up as well but stepped away from him, looking at him – but not quite in the eyes.

She took a breath, trying to steady her voice. “He won’t.” She was as firm as she could manage, hoping John wouldn’t hear the slight waver in her voice. She looked at John for a second and then started walking around the counter to the door. John hurriedly stepped forward to match her but was still behind her when she made it to the door, pushing it open herself to step out onto the empty street.



Original post about the class I wrote this for:Creative Writing and Summer Classes

Other writings from the class: Freckles and Nights in the ER

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Nights in the ER

Last night we were short-staffed

(They need to hire more people) –

Which is true most nights

But especially not fun

When we are as busy as that.


It always seems like the holidays

Bring out the worst of people’s ideas:

The fourth brings burns and New Year’s, accidents,

No holiday is without its

“What were you thinking?” moments.


Last night someone came in

Who’d almost blown off their finger –

As if appendages are merely optional,

And holding onto a rocket

Somehow intelligent.


But, that was still better than last week,

When we had a trauma come in

And multiple squads right after.

That was an adrenaline rush

I didn’t need – or want!


But at least no one has died,

Although adrenaline rushes

Are still bad for my sleep –

As if never having time to eat

Isn’t bad enough for me!



This is another poem I wrote for a creative writing class I took this summer. I wrote it based on stories from a cousin who works the night shift in the ER. The prompt was to write from the perspective of someone who has a very specific setting. I wanted it to capture part of my cousin’s sense of wry humour and strong vocabulary, but to also show some of what nurses go through, both personally and in regards to taking care of patients. While I didn’t focus on what having a patient dying does to nurses, because I was trying to keep the poem slightly lighter than that, I do mention it in order to show that it does have a huge impact on them. This poem was too short to mention everything nurses do, however, so yes, I did have to skip lots of stuff.

Original post about the class:

Creative Writing and Summer Classes

Another poem I created for the class:


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(This is one of the poems I wrote for my creative writing summer class, as I mention in my post Creative Writing and Summer Classes)



They covered her face, her arms and her legs,

As bold and bright as they were beautiful:

Small brown dots where the sun kissed her fair skin.

Her hair blew about, framing her bright face,

Highlighting the sunny color therein.

She laughs, smiles, and dips one paddle end down,

Pulling her kayak through the smooth water;

Each stroke is a splash, forming broad ripples,

And her shoulders flex, propelling her on.

She and a friend are each in bright kayaks,

But only her skin echoes that brightness,

Strikingly colored in bold abandon.

And, I can’t help but think as I watch them,

That she’ll have new sun kisses tomorrow.

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Creative Writing and Summer Classes

Summer classes are always interesting for the amount of work crammed into a few weeks. When the class is on writing, the work seems to be even larger! This years summer class was on Creative Writing, merely because it was the only one available that seemed even semi applicable to my library science degree! (I’d originally been wanting to do a psychology class, but apparently that gave me too many credits in one genre.)

I wrote multiple creative pieces every week, ranging from challenging-to-write poems, to terrible non-fiction, to fiction and even one drama. Some weeks were easier than others, and some weeks when their was a lot of challenging writing to do I was also picking up a few more hours at the library!

However, I finished with a great grade and several pieces I’m actually happy with. There are also a few pieces that I enjoyed writing but that got some less-than glowing feedback from the instructor that left me feeling burnt out about them – apparently I have trouble creating a clear plot in some fiction! (And with flat side characters in others, but it is hardly my fault that the assignment required the piece to be too short for anything else! Or so I defend myself… Frankly, I just have no idea how to fix that.)

In the end, I’m still not completely sure if the class is actually helpful for my degree, but I’m thinking it is merely because I learned more about avoiding cliches, that stale imagery really is bad writing, that flat characters are allowed to ruin a piece, and I learned that it takes a lot of revision sometimes, to get a piece to work. But maybe I just think it is semi-applicable because of a comment I got from the instructor: “You continue to write like someone who enjoys reading and does a lot of it.” Considering I was averaging a (easy) book a week for the first five weeks of this class, I’d say I definitely do a lot of reading! Which is good for a library clerk.

For the sake of fun and a little bit of bragging, I’ll be posting some of my pieces from this class on here over the next few weeks. I may even post one today!


P.S. Do not expect my writing on here to improve much; I don’t tend to revise these and I am still terrible at creating creative non-fiction (or so I think)! Imagery is so hard…

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The fun never ends…

The fun of realizing you forgot to change your last name after getting married on yet one more thing. Today I called two billing companies to see about changing my last name on the account, as even though I’ve had 7 months in which to remember to do so, I hadn’t. Until now. One place needs to see my license or marriage license, the other did it easily over the phone. And then was shortly called back as I realized my middle initial was then (or had it always been and I just didn’t notice?) wrong.

I’m now trying to remember if there are any other bills I’ve forgotten to update. Besides the name I’m on our lease with… I need to change that still… Despite paying rent every month and having ample opportunity when dropping off the check to do ask about changing my name.

But aside from that, all I can think of is my passport. It’s not like I’ll need it anytime soon, but it would be nice to not have major issues updating it. It’s just time consuming as I even need to include a new picture. But hey! That means I’ve already done my research on how to change my name on my passport, which is more than can be said about my lease.

Oh, and there is that one bank account…