Report of 3 Nov 2019
Good evening -
The view is hazy today - that is not common. Thus, there is also a grey outlook on life, which will change by the end of this blog. That's what writing does - that, and communicating with all of you.
We are well. As is the Banyan. No Kovalam last week, and definitely Adaikalam on 1 day. There were plenty of patients to be followed up on. One of our 2 patients with the bed sore yanked out her urinary catheter herself and I asked that it not be replaced: she is walking more now and to have a catheter whapping about her legs as she walks would be inhibitory and counter-productive. The bed sore is healing and her cheery "Madam!" is back, which is a tremendous treat to hear.
The other patient with bed sores is older and her sores may or may not heal, but it is not for lack of effort. That is the joy of the B, the effort.
After work, one of the B's patients gave me a paid massage. It is a way for her to earn some extra money and it feels fine to get some kinks out; knead, knead, need, need. Finding a place gets challenging, so we use the nurses' office room and there is a movable screen placed so that even if the room is occupied, there is some privacy. This patient is an extraordinarily good sort - fiery, opinionated, candid, and quite interested in maintaining her physical appearance, too, with makeup on daily. Rather nice.
Vandana was at Adaikalam and I had to interrupt one of her meetings to say Hello; such is her draw. There are exciting things happening in the world of mental health: new collaborations and such, and I will hear more tomorrow.
Scott and I went to Bangalore for 2 days for the wedding of the daughter of a school classmate, also the granddaughter of our former school principal. It was a lovely reunion and the principal's wife also remarked on how happy he was to see his former students. The occasion was nice, as was the food. Scott smartly found a hotel fairly near the venue, so we could walk to it - silk sari and all - and it helped to not be in a vehicle negotiating Bangalore's notorious traffic. We also used the Metro (a train) to get around town and I am a fan.
Naren is shooting a movie somewhere in Karnataka and we get messages from him when he has an Internet connection. We hung out with Navin this morning and that was lovely. He now has roommates, for the first time in many years, and likes them; they collectively plan to get a cat. There are pet-lovers on both sides of the family and I will be keen to hear how the cat and Navin get along. That statement is distinctly odd, but the Weisses - many of whom are cat fans - will understand it; as will some of you.
Unw -
R
The view is hazy today - that is not common. Thus, there is also a grey outlook on life, which will change by the end of this blog. That's what writing does - that, and communicating with all of you.
We are well. As is the Banyan. No Kovalam last week, and definitely Adaikalam on 1 day. There were plenty of patients to be followed up on. One of our 2 patients with the bed sore yanked out her urinary catheter herself and I asked that it not be replaced: she is walking more now and to have a catheter whapping about her legs as she walks would be inhibitory and counter-productive. The bed sore is healing and her cheery "Madam!" is back, which is a tremendous treat to hear.
The other patient with bed sores is older and her sores may or may not heal, but it is not for lack of effort. That is the joy of the B, the effort.
After work, one of the B's patients gave me a paid massage. It is a way for her to earn some extra money and it feels fine to get some kinks out; knead, knead, need, need. Finding a place gets challenging, so we use the nurses' office room and there is a movable screen placed so that even if the room is occupied, there is some privacy. This patient is an extraordinarily good sort - fiery, opinionated, candid, and quite interested in maintaining her physical appearance, too, with makeup on daily. Rather nice.
Vandana was at Adaikalam and I had to interrupt one of her meetings to say Hello; such is her draw. There are exciting things happening in the world of mental health: new collaborations and such, and I will hear more tomorrow.
Scott and I went to Bangalore for 2 days for the wedding of the daughter of a school classmate, also the granddaughter of our former school principal. It was a lovely reunion and the principal's wife also remarked on how happy he was to see his former students. The occasion was nice, as was the food. Scott smartly found a hotel fairly near the venue, so we could walk to it - silk sari and all - and it helped to not be in a vehicle negotiating Bangalore's notorious traffic. We also used the Metro (a train) to get around town and I am a fan.
Naren is shooting a movie somewhere in Karnataka and we get messages from him when he has an Internet connection. We hung out with Navin this morning and that was lovely. He now has roommates, for the first time in many years, and likes them; they collectively plan to get a cat. There are pet-lovers on both sides of the family and I will be keen to hear how the cat and Navin get along. That statement is distinctly odd, but the Weisses - many of whom are cat fans - will understand it; as will some of you.
Unw -
R
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