Report of 15 Feb 2010
Hello all -
Belated Happy Valentine's Day. I recall buying chocolate on this day, actually, when everything would be 50% off, and Scott could give me a heart-shaped box of chocolate (long a lure, since seeing it in American comic books - you know, Archie gives Betty/Veronica, Richie Rich gives Gloria, etc.) without it breaking our bank. I would also load up on chocolate to be taken to India, where no one would care about eating heart-shaped chocolate in June.
We are dealing with my mother's critical illness and sometimes, it is very difficult. My stomach plummets every time the phone rings, and I start making deals with God for an extra day with my mother - "Remember when I stopped to put the blind man on the train, do you think you could give me an extra 24 hours for that?" Mostly, though, I look at my beautiful mother, her still perfect nails (no paid manicure for her) and marvel at how she raised 4 of us without letting our opinionated selves get to her. I am, actually, the least opinionated of us - believe it or not.
So, the Banyan goes ok. Just now, I had to send a patient to be evaluated for irregular menses. She might be approaching menopause, but I'll let the Ob/Gyn decide that. My patient appeared grateful for the referral, and it continues to puzzle me that (especially impoverished) patients act as though I've done them a colossal favor, when in reality it's just my job.
We spent 3 days in Vellore and came home. It is quite lovely to be home, and I will never again take regular routine for granted. The 3 Weiss men and I made a giant fruit salad yesterday (one of my favorite foods) and had a leisurely, 3-hour breakfast - with 2 hours of talking. It was fabulous. We talked about a touchy situation that we had undergone in Vellore, and both boys had excellent perspective on it. Navin studied for a math exam, Naren hung out, and we tried to watch the new "Taking of Pelham 123" that I'd given the men for Valentine's Day, but it did not work due to area restrictions. Naren is in the play "Moulin Rouge," and his producer, an extremely beautiful 28 year old lady, tragically committed suicide 2 days ago. My sons talked to us a fair amount, and I was glad for that.
I am grateful for all the prayers. I started reading the Bible in the ICU and have enjoyed it.
Unw -
R
Belated Happy Valentine's Day. I recall buying chocolate on this day, actually, when everything would be 50% off, and Scott could give me a heart-shaped box of chocolate (long a lure, since seeing it in American comic books - you know, Archie gives Betty/Veronica, Richie Rich gives Gloria, etc.) without it breaking our bank. I would also load up on chocolate to be taken to India, where no one would care about eating heart-shaped chocolate in June.
We are dealing with my mother's critical illness and sometimes, it is very difficult. My stomach plummets every time the phone rings, and I start making deals with God for an extra day with my mother - "Remember when I stopped to put the blind man on the train, do you think you could give me an extra 24 hours for that?" Mostly, though, I look at my beautiful mother, her still perfect nails (no paid manicure for her) and marvel at how she raised 4 of us without letting our opinionated selves get to her. I am, actually, the least opinionated of us - believe it or not.
So, the Banyan goes ok. Just now, I had to send a patient to be evaluated for irregular menses. She might be approaching menopause, but I'll let the Ob/Gyn decide that. My patient appeared grateful for the referral, and it continues to puzzle me that (especially impoverished) patients act as though I've done them a colossal favor, when in reality it's just my job.
We spent 3 days in Vellore and came home. It is quite lovely to be home, and I will never again take regular routine for granted. The 3 Weiss men and I made a giant fruit salad yesterday (one of my favorite foods) and had a leisurely, 3-hour breakfast - with 2 hours of talking. It was fabulous. We talked about a touchy situation that we had undergone in Vellore, and both boys had excellent perspective on it. Navin studied for a math exam, Naren hung out, and we tried to watch the new "Taking of Pelham 123" that I'd given the men for Valentine's Day, but it did not work due to area restrictions. Naren is in the play "Moulin Rouge," and his producer, an extremely beautiful 28 year old lady, tragically committed suicide 2 days ago. My sons talked to us a fair amount, and I was glad for that.
I am grateful for all the prayers. I started reading the Bible in the ICU and have enjoyed it.
Unw -
R
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