Are You Happy?

During Winter months the household moving industry slows down like molasses in the refrigerator. Maybe I go to Texas or Arizona we won’t know. Minnesota was offered but it’s just too dangerous. So I’m waiting to leave camping out at my mom’s pad and recently I asked my mom ” Who do you or I know who is happy? Whatever your definition it’s enough to know what it is. So my list was short “I think doctor Tom is happy…” I think my mom is happy, my mom states her list and we agree it’s accurate. I was not on her list and I agreed to that too. I am three quarters happy and I am accepting this for now. I made changes to get to that Pharell place. I saw an old neighbor and he shared about his ex even after several years, is still complaining about her settlement. He said she is intolerable. I knew her personally and she was a good friend. He made a statement not a dig, not a scorn remark from an acrimonious divorce just “she’s intolerable”. At the poker table we started the table chat and the dealer said. ” I desire to be happy” what I got out from the discussions are the following. People are honest about themselves (refreshing) there is an opportunity to evaluate and decide if it’s something you desire and if not its “okay” too. Lastly the list I thought would be lengthy was short. Something to ponder

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Character defects

Have you ever been so sick that coughing caused you to throw up. I am trying to get better by hibernating. Being infirm reveals a side of ourselves that is pretty accurate. Some of us are big babies and no fun being involved with them. I learned how to be sick from my mom. She is wonderful as she hands over the Vicks 44 (original version had alcohol) and tells me or my little brother “take a swig” a swig turns out to be 2 teaspoons or 10 cc which is the desired dose anyway. And she didn’t take temps rectal or otherwise. When you kid is sick you know it. She knew when my sister was sick even when the doctors told her she wasnt. This is sad tale as my sister had a malformation of the heart, Marlene was a “blue baby” and when she cried in a slight moment her color changed. She lived for 6 months. I think about Marlene the sister I almost knew, whenever my breathing is painful. Then I think about my mom and the trouble she had growing up as a young mom with two little ones. My bio dad was in the picture but he was not dialed in like my mom. Our little joke is being sick is not a character defect it is a blessing that tells us we are vulnerable fragile little souls that require nurturing and respite. And for this I am grateful.

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A Flood

Today there were three types of floods. The Rooter Rooter guy said “too much toilet paper” in the line and 350.00 dollars gets a five day reprieve from the next one. Whatever, I’ve had my share of plumbing stories and I left out the word horror stories because I am grateful for plumbing in general and this recent one occurred at my mom’s home. For the record those ” flushable baby wipes” are contraindicated. More than one plumber has pleaded with me….word. My mom and I escaped to the local movie theatre to see “The Gambler” and it was not what I expected and provoked me in to a different frame of mind. The message is clear. To be a position to say “Fuck you” my grandfather had a similar saying “Your best friend is a dollar in you pocket.” I love the movies for this reason and its a shared love I enjoy with my mom. The last flood of emotions occurred while watching TV. Another new low for those unhappy inconsiderate people waiting to create pain and suffering. An Ashley Madison ad which came across as light and misleading with music. I sat shocked and turned towards my mom and asked if she knew about this site for adultery. The others ads soliciting against doctors and hospitals with “if you had complications with a transvaginal mesh call…..” I dislike those with the intensity of a white hot sun. These ads are opportunistic and clueless but so casual was the ad I saw today it hit me,ethics aside, it will be a source of pain for some.

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Looking at the Bright Side

The end of this year was not ideal. There is a wealthy widower who also loves Keno and plays at the same casino I live at. She tells me about markers and how often she leaves Hawaii to come to Las Vegas 10 days a month and plays 18 hours a day. She is 85 and I enjoy her company. She asked me “Do I like energy bars?” ” Well yes I do” she hands over two beautifully wrapped morsels stating they are homemade and contain macadamia nuts, dates and apricots. I was hungry and ate both. Long story short I got the runs and my back went out. I got lucky though I found some old muscle relaxers and with some scotch I was on the mend but I missed the downtown fireworks and meeting my friend Bridget who was working the strip till two am. I made myself look at the bright side since the first thing I saw on TV was yoga at three am. I then popped two more pills and next thing I saw was stretching. This year is gonna be good because in addition I dropped a twenty dollar bill and this nice gal returned it to me. I love people.

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Green Wood Goat

Ireland was my first thought when I read 2015 Chinese horoscope. Sheep herders there sometimes “tag their sheep” by simply using a spray can. I needed a boost to my spirit given that last year was a little rough and I made changes without much thought and more impulse. I looked back and I was much like the sheep I saw while in Ireland, meandering and looking for the next patch of grass minding my own business. My coat growing heavy and wet with regret and knowing there’s more I should be doing to grow and explore. Here comes the part where the sheep is shorn and underneath is a fresh start. Year of the Goat which states it it will be a year of peace balance harmony and calmness. Just in time because I have a affinity at times for the opposite, like control chaos. I am open to receive this or am I not? I want a different life without detracting from the one I have been living. The best has yet to come as they say so I will greet the new year with my chin up and my pack ready.

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B and B

This was the year of butts and beards. While I recovered a patient who had a brief procedure with light sedative who woke up talking as one does a little odd dialog with some truth. He said he was thinking about Nicki Minaj. The ubiquitous Kim Kardashian pic. Twerking video chicks and Baseball. players abound. The crew in West Monroe aka Duck Dynasty and now that i think about it “the side boob”.
I think the beard thing is cool it balances out all feminine stuff going on. They need a break too and it’s a masculine trait that says “Hey take notice” ‘ The butt equates with laxity and sensuality which I hope indicates recovery from this recession. I know these trends are cyclical but it’s been a quite a while for the derriere and beards to make a comeback. What do you think?
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Excess and success

Christmas got here in a big hurry.  I feel the spirit every time I hear a loved ones voice  and I don’t feel overwhelmed.  I do feel a deep sense of relief. The changes I made this year has help my  focus. I was so caught up in the stuff and it was taking its toll. Affected sleep and feigned happiness.  I am choosing to leave my phone in the car. I am working on being engaged and listening to others.  I had several drinks at a recent party and that’s the extent of my excess..so far. I do want excessive laughter,  fun and merriment.  I am going to actively seek this out.

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Not Missing Much.

When I returned back into the port of Los Angeles and turned my phone on I got a message to work some shifts at the Surgery center. Next day  I got up early did my hair, fresh coat of make up and drove to work. I beamed as I recalled the good doctors patients and co-workers whom I enjoy spending my work day with.  I was greeted by frowns and some new faces. I quickly retreated to my touchstone Antellmo who wears many hats in this little but busy surgery center. He said “welcome to hell” This is not how are remember things when I left back in April.  The tone and the environment has shifted to one of unhappiness and dread. I said to myself “Give it a few days maybe its a fluke” Next day same thing. I realize that one person can be so powerful to create an  atmosphere that has left me grateful for moving in a different direction.  I will make the most of the carpal tunnel releases and cystoscopy procedures.  One physician told me I was missed and not forgotten I told him I did a blog assignment mentioning him as the subject. We laughed. I’ll stick it out since the few peaceful people is enough for me. wpid-20140920_095349.jpg But only for a few more days.

Bruise Cruise

I should not expect to win if I haven’t played. I just thought it be like riding a bike. Nope not the case but I did meet Mr. Johnny Hale, who is an 1980 WSOP champ. At 87 years old he is kicking ass and taking names. He said while at the table ” I wish I was 20 years younger” another player said ” You mean you wish you were 40 years younger” Mr. Hale said ” No 20 years is fine”. 195 poker players played on and off for seven days. I recognized some players from Las Vegas high limit Venetian Room and I was intimidated then during a tournament I made a rookie mistake and Bam! I was out. The beautiful ocean and sea spray helped me cool down but I felt bruised and defeated. I still love playing poker. Badugi and open face chinese poker are kinda popular these last few years. I often say to those who play Omaha high low “you’re either a omaholic or omahalogist”. Poker invokes a lot of math so I cracked up when a really good aggressive gal player said. ” I spend half my life playing poker half my life sleeping and half my life shopping” sounds good to me.

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Mexico

43 missing students and the Marine who was jailed for over two hundred days are Mexico’s most recent memories. My perception is to cast favor to those who live and work in Cabo San Lucas in Baja California. This  is beachy, golfie,  relaxing place. For me it was a place of people who needed help.  In my mid 20,s I was an altruistic nurse and for  two years every month I’d fly down to work at the clinic. A full Saturday of vitals health history and minor surgeries. A military husband and wife,  both physicians manage to treat a great number of people.  I was in awe.  A lot of the people wanted  “Vermox” for amoebic dysentery.  One time a family brought an elderly man who was actively dying. With the most delicate and sensitive discussion he was given Valium and morphine and returned home. One month we gave money to the mayor of Colonia del Sol to put in a working toilet and sink. Next month new mayor no sink or toilet Dinero? ¡Que?!. Learning quickly,  things needed were done on site and paid off after work was completed.  The colony was an eyesore for the mayor and he treated it that way.  Households (shacks) had two large plastic barrels one potable and the other for anything else. Guess they got the barrels mixed up and that became a way of life. Lomas del Sol is the name of the colony now and my

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friend said that is the only thing that has changed.

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