I called my doctor last Monday morning and got his answering machine. Most people who don’t have urgent care near them and aren’t sick enough for the emergency room wait with scrapes and sniffles and coughs over the weekend to see their primary care doctor on Monday. So I wasn’t surprised I had to leave a message. My case wasn’t urgent to me. I just wanted to make an appointment to talk to my doctor about some pain in the back of my head, an eye twitch that had been going on for a week and numbness in the right side of my face.

It was a serious question at the end of an uncomfortable conversation. Who was asking me such a question and why?

Occasionally 'the Universe' provides a gift and reminds us to live in the moment. On a particularly horrible day I experienced a tap on the shoulder that literally brought me front and center into the present.

Despite hearing advice on taking time for ourselves, putting ourselves first and the like,
how many of us actually do it? Do it without any guilt? The truth is that if our own
personal well is dry we literally have nothing to give to anyone else.

I’ve mentioned in a previous blog post that my son Tim is in long-term residential treatment.  He was admitted last August, and right now, his estimated discharge date is sometime during the summer of 2011.  It’s incomprehensible to me that he will be gone from our home that long.  I can only digest it in chunks of weeks, thinking only to the next day visit up, or his next overnight visit home.  Tim understands why he’s there and what he’s working on while he’s there, but since he’s learning skills as well as being educated, Tim calls