Thursday, August 25, 2011

some poetry

So many things go through my mind just before I get up in the morning.  Today, I was lying in bed thinking about everything...and nothing.  So I wrote it down.

Autumn's sweet scent descends, pervades,

crisp air kisses my cheek,

the serenity of the northwoods forever in my memory

Marcia Hero

Wisconsin Pastel Artists at One Way Cafe tonight

The Wisconsin Pastel Artists Opening Reception in a joint exhibition with the Underwood Photo Group at The One Way Cafe and Gallery, 1425 N. Underwood Ave. Aug. 25th 6:00-8:00p.m 

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Spring/Summer 2011

Seriously, this year has had it's major ups and downs and in-betweens.  In April I hurt my back at work, and the problem intensified until I could barely move without major pain meds and valium taken together.  A trip to the emergency room at Columbia St. Mary's was a waste of time, since they "thought" it was all muscle related and didn't even order an X-ray for a proper diagnosis.  No surprise there, since our medical schools in this country are run by the pharmaceutical companies, and have been for years--doctors are not taught to diagnose anymore, only to prescribe so the drug companies can reap more profits.  But I digress.  My primary care physician (who was educated in Europe) couldn't get my insurance company to okay an x-ray or an MRI.  So I called my insurance company and bitched at them about it--how I could barely walk and I needed proper testing for a proper diagnosis.  At last... results, and not a moment too soon.  3 weeks later I had back surgery to remove the part of the extruded disc which was pressing on my L1 nerve root.  Delay would have resulted in permanent nerve damage.  So now, physical therapy twice a week for the time being, to strengthen my core and regain range of motion in my back, and trips to my chiropractor to keep my spine pelvis, and hips in line. The upside of the whole ordeal?  2 months of recovery--my grown children stepped up and chauffeured me to appointments and came to visit despite their very busy lives.  My very good friend Debbie rescued me from lonely recuperation on days when my children and husband were unavailable.  My husband was extremely supportive and attentive, and I will be eternally grateful to all of them.