Dreaming back to a gentle moment in NYC because…
after getting off the plane in the Midwest, I was off to the races!
- Urgent Care immediately upon arrival for Mom (non-emergency, something that needs to be watched)
- Feeding Tube Prep, Meds grinding/dilution (My brother needed a weekend off)
- Heard some stories 4 times already (no clue he told me = short-term memory wipe. Told well)
- Apparently my Father imposed on some Friends who have relatives in from the Czech Republic, he insisted on them bringing them over. Ages 10-17 with their Mother, ummm, at 9 am. Yeah, Dad gets up at 9.
- No food to offer them, 10 pm grocery run.
- Music band playing until midnight across the lake, an accordion involved.
- Serious Thunder Boomers at 2 am, spectacular, loud, scary and a tree went down in the yard.
- Having coffee before we are off to the races!
Hope your weekend is rolling along in a gentle way. My 18 hours is…rockin’!
Flying in, I hear that the anti-seizure drip kicked in – much better than having to make a breathing tube decision. Especially when your Dad emphatically stated “no tubes”…
I arrive and drive straight to the hospital. It’s 9:30 pm on a Saturday in the Midwest, the emergency room is almost empty and I have to wander through a labyrinth to find the Neuro ICU.
…arriving to someone who can open his eyes and someone who can’t get their words out, but knows where the toilet is and gets the message across clearly by sliding to the edge of the bed, then stands/walks (shuffles) with moderate+ help and does the bm business well in a semi-private mode. (my Dad will kill himself not to use a pan, apparently) Things are looking up!
It reminds me of M being sick and being so happy when he had a moment, too. It’s a basic action in Life that sets the tune for self-care in sickness and in health.
non-sexual gratification via scat
Now, as I look out on 6+ inches (15.2 cm) of new snow and drinking coffee, I’m devising a plan for getting my Mom “with it”.
Argh! I just realized it’s still snowing. OMG, my Dad still has my snowblower from when I lived in the Midwest. Time to ask for neighborly help with clearing the driveway.
dievca’s reference to “scat play” is something she and Master are not into – but BM’s are a part of our health and something dievca is learning to be fascinated with in regards to health….a fact of a healthy Life.
If you were curious about scat play in regards to BDSM, here’s information via Wiki:
Coprophilia (from Greek κόπρος, kópros—excrement and φιλία, philía—liking, fondness), also called scatophilia or scat (Greek: σκατά, skatá-feces),
is the paraphilia involving sexual arousal and pleasure from feces. In the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM), published by the American Psychiatric Association, it is classified under 302.89 – Paraphilia NOS (Not Otherwise Specified) and has no diagnostic criteria other than a general statement about paraphilias that says “the diagnosis is made if the behavior, sexual urges, or fantasies cause clinically significant distress or impairment in social, occupational, or other important areas of functioning”. Furthermore, the DSM-IV-TR notes, “Fantasies, behaviors, or objects are paraphilic only when they lead to clinically significant distress or impairment (e.g. are obligatory, result in sexual dysfunction, require participation of non-consenting people, lead to legal complications, interfere with social relationships)”.
Although there may be no connection between coprophilia and sadomasochism (SM), the limited data on the former comes from studies of the latter. A study of 164 men in Finland from two SM clubs found that 18.2% had engaged in coprophilia; 3% as a sadist, 6.1% as a masochist, and 9.1% as both. 18% of heterosexuals and 17% of homosexuals in the study pool had tried coprophilia, showing no statistically significant difference between heterosexuals and homosexuals. In a separate article analyzing 12 men who engaged in bestiality, an additional analysis of an 11-man subgroup revealed that 6 had engaged in coprophilic behavior, compared with only 1 in the matched control group consisting of 12 SM-oriented males who did not engage in bestiality.
Hello from the frigid Midwest. It’s cold. It was -32 F earlier.
Family, Dogs, Frank Lloyd Wright/Stickley Furniture. Nice.
Here’s the last view from NYC before leaving:
And, yes, dievca has her Kiehl’s on her face to battle the cold while wandering the land with the dogs. Catch up with y’all later. XO
There is an argument floating in the World about New Yorkers not being nice or kind. It’s not about being either of those two items – it’s about time. You may have heard the phrase “a New York minute” – that infers that one minute or 60 seconds for the World is actually 45 seconds in New York.
dievca is more than happy to stop and give you directions somewhere – but know where you are going and state the destination clearly. If you are going to go through the niceties and say “what a gorgeous day” or “can you suggest?” – dievca is outta there and on to her next gig.
But, if you just want directions – a quick hit. she’s your dievca and she might even walk you to the subway if it is on her way.
This changes when dievca is in the Midwest. she can say, “Hello” and she does. she will listen when you tell her that you were originally from Connecticut and you had a recent hospital stay. she understands that Sears is understaffed and is willing to help you set a new watch with the date/time for a gift while she waits in line. she will carry your stereo box out to the car because your upper body strength is gone and the guys in the back haven’t showed up. The two ladies were grateful and amazed. dievca was amazed, too.
What is the difference?
The experience caused dievca to think about businesses failing. Businesses not being able to get workers. There are jobs out there — people just don’t want them. Who wants to work at Sears? It’s going under. What about serving an older population who doesn’t shop online. Remember when the Bag Boy would help you carry your groceries? Sears didn’t have enough workers to help, so dievca helped. Physical customer service is needed with an older population.
What happens in areas of the country where the older population is dying and the houses, businesses, churches fall empty?
Witness dievca’s photos of a former Catholic Church which has been a brewery in Pennsylvania for 20 years when they consolidated three Churches in a 10 block radius. People donated for those stain glass windows and now they decorate a drinking establishment.
(Note: dievca saw mostly Irish names, so they might not mind…)
Who are the people who take the “undesirable” jobs (Sears, McDonald’s, cleaning pools, cleaning houses, elderly assistants, sanitation, etc.)
Who are the people who will move into poor and empty areas?
Who are the people who come with a dream to make their lives and the lives of their children better?
Hmmm, we went from time, to economic downturn, to social commentary.
And we have run out of time.