tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post8777798795593631799..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: Hospital Thoughts, Day FourElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-48334287828824423852016-10-10T08:26:36.501-07:002016-10-10T08:26:36.501-07:00Wish you well. So well. Wishing her well also.Wish you well. So well. Wishing her well also.The Diamond in the Windowhttp://www.thediamondinthewindow.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-61650576743373835972016-10-10T04:07:04.510-07:002016-10-10T04:07:04.510-07:00I'm glad this hospital experience seems to ind...I'm glad this hospital experience seems to indicate there's been some progress in the doctor-patient relationship! I hope Sophie gets to go home tomorrow.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-90655918149809850492016-10-10T02:25:16.338-07:002016-10-10T02:25:16.338-07:00 I love you more with each post i read. I love you more with each post i read.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06268407336182337520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-13492733060300571712016-10-09T21:00:29.694-07:002016-10-09T21:00:29.694-07:00I am sitting here and just holding my head in my h...I am sitting here and just holding my head in my hands (obviously not now!) and saying f u c k! how does she do it?!<br />Your musing on the hours spent in a hospital is amazing, and that is such an insubstantial word.<br /> Thank god for the good doctors, it's about time some of them showed up. I'm so glad, because you were really due a shot of that. I hope Sophie is getting close to going home because I don't see how she can stand that hospital gown, gawd. I will be putting my head under the covers tonight and trying not to see dolls...<br /><br />Hope you rest well tonight.livhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091094639074377780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-83698997028446880952016-10-09T17:15:51.248-07:002016-10-09T17:15:51.248-07:00I think that as humans we do strive to find meanin...I think that as humans we do strive to find meaning in things, to help us make sense the things that happen to us.<br /><br />As for hospital time, I find it the opposite, it is endless. Neither Katie nor I are patient. I have to tell her over and over and over again that we have to wait. One time I pointed out that all the people in the waiting room, about fifty of us, were waiting to see the doctor. She laughed at me, ruefully I thought. Even she gets it.<br /><br />Take care.My life so farhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16721270441968035994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-66382153755230306062016-10-09T16:22:32.479-07:002016-10-09T16:22:32.479-07:00Yes. To your incredibly apt capture of "hospi...Yes. To your incredibly apt capture of "hospital time." To Sophie as a Modigliani (I was looking through an art book yesterday and came across a full page photo of Whistler's The White Girl, and thought of Sophie, as well.) Sending love. Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01221703763145912238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-32448852002272748072016-10-09T15:56:58.480-07:002016-10-09T15:56:58.480-07:00Yes, I can relate to the time thing in hospitals; ...Yes, I can relate to the time thing in hospitals; having spent days, weeks & months there with my son in years now long past. When I was there, it seems that the outer world hardly existed, except like one watches things on TV; it is happening, but it doesn't really touch your life at the time. When I left, the air outside always felt fresh & I would breathe deeply to clear my lungs and my head. I would go home, to prepare for the next day there. I had to be there, but really, it is the pits.Becky Whorton Richardsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12414369859592645173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-88826934304388017232016-10-09T15:48:11.271-07:002016-10-09T15:48:11.271-07:00Last year I spent quite a bit of time in the hospi...Last year I spent quite a bit of time in the hospital. A short time of that as a patient and a much longer time when my husband was ill. I did find time to pass strangely in the hospital, to me more slowly than seemed possible. The other thing I found was bone chilling temperatures. Almost the whole time, both times, I was so cold that even my face, head and neck were cold. As a patient I wrapped my entire self in the blanket, I thought that it was just because I was sick. When my husband was in there, I was freezing once again. Ice bags were on him in an attempt to bring/keep his fever down. I think I was sympathizing with him. The rest of the days he was in, I took a heavy shawl to wrap myself in. I think it must be a mental reaction that I have to hospitals. Time warping and freezing.susie @ persimmon moon cottagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01653330247272673990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-18233443295139942582016-10-09T15:38:47.811-07:002016-10-09T15:38:47.811-07:00You and Sophie are much on my mind in a strangely ...You and Sophie are much on my mind in a strangely rhythmic form like a tabla in a raga, only there's more anxiety than that simile suggests. But I hope it travels as pure and mutable energy to where you are, to use as you need. <br />Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06318174928862120631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-62932880962786337042016-10-09T15:32:31.152-07:002016-10-09T15:32:31.152-07:00Birdie's comment made me laugh.
This may be o...Birdie's comment made me laugh. <br />This may be one of the most beautiful posts you've ever written. Perhaps hospitals make time and space for thoughts which you have captured most eloquently. It's a glide through a day, a time, a life, a space. <br />Thank you for taking us there. <br />I am so glad about the doctors. That must make everything at least more bearable. I hope all goes well tonight and that your Sophie can go home tomorrow. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-38183809473774019092016-10-09T14:45:08.553-07:002016-10-09T14:45:08.553-07:00She takes her dolls for walks?
She takes her dolls for walks? <br />Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-68633234166665569862016-10-09T14:43:14.204-07:002016-10-09T14:43:14.204-07:00Witnessing. Witnessing. fullsoulahead.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04053261523883986863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-56402794598243996072016-10-09T14:35:15.163-07:002016-10-09T14:35:15.163-07:00I understand. All of it. Happy to hear you may go ...I understand. All of it. Happy to hear you may go home tomorrow. Happier still that the neuros recognize how truly awesome you are. You have made a difference and they are learning even more from you as you while away the hours. MaryLou Connollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10487084753413140281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-77983968344479890672016-10-09T14:32:57.954-07:002016-10-09T14:32:57.954-07:00I felt happy reading that you notice a change for ...I felt happy reading that you notice a change for better int he patient/neuro relationship. I felt happy reading that Sophie will probably be OK, although I wish that qualifier wasn't there for you.Maggie Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14699674732274478502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-33816778380348235662016-10-09T14:31:56.121-07:002016-10-09T14:31:56.121-07:00This is a quiet, hopeful post. I have spent a lot ...This is a quiet, hopeful post. I have spent a lot of time sitting beside hospital beds in the past few Tera's and so I know exactly what you mean by hospital time. It's a kind of suspension. The world outside seems as distant as those snow capped mountains. And feelings too are somehow suspended, muted, only occasionally breaking through. I'm glad Sophie's ok and that the field of neuro is getting kinder. Lovelovelove 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-67067293303072645312016-10-09T14:28:35.628-07:002016-10-09T14:28:35.628-07:00Hospitals always feel like spaceships to me. I...Hospitals always feel like spaceships to me. I'm thinking of you and Sophie in there. Is there a koi pond? A labyrinth? If so, I hope you can take a little "moon walk" before you follow your tether back to Sophie's side. Denise Emanuel Clemenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10982725113569943337noreply@blogger.com