30 November 2013

Notes - work, pharmacy and a poem

         You spent an hour or so working in the yard this morning – mostly dealing with leaves in/on and around the deck and in the woods by cleaning the two paths to and on the picnic table area. Carol raked mostly on the sides and back. The leaves are to be collected by the city Tuesday for the last time. Tuesday, the third is also when you meet Dave and Marsha so you will probably go up to Kim and Paul’s for lunch on Monday and stay over then come home Tuesday night. Presently you are waiting for Carol at Kroger’s on Mason-Montgomery Road. You had a late lunch at Panera/Chipotle then Graeter’s ice cream for dessert after a stop at Walmart on Mason-Montgomery Road.

         1628 hours. I notice that you like to place ‘road/street’ after the road or street name. What is the significance? I tend to not want to include it, but you ‘force my hand’.

         Once home you found you had trouble dropping the pills in your weekly clear plastic pillbox, which is approximately nine inches by two inches by one inch deep. The problem is that the tips of the fingers on your right hand are, more often than not, numb from the tip to the first knuckle (about one inch) as if they were asleep. Being right handed you find this more than annoying. Filling the weekly pillbox is a Saturday night ritual that you rarely miss. The reason is another ritual on Sunday morning. You take your blood sugar, fix half a peanut butter and raisin wheat bread sandwich, peal a banana and pour yourself a glass of skim milk into a glass and usually stop when the glass is three-fourths full. Then you sit down and sort out the Sunday Cincinnati Enquirer comics. First, you take your pills after taking an initial glance at the first comic on the top left hand side of the page, “Zits”. Then you open the pillbox marked ‘S’ for Sunday and proceed to sort out and take the morning pills. This routine is abruptly upset if you have forgotten to load the pillbox the night before.

         Loading the pillbox on Saturday night. The first pills you drop in, one and a time, always from right to left (Saturday back through Sunday) is Hydrochlorothiazide, 25 mg., one each day. This is a small pink pill of less than two centimeters in diameter. The second capsule is Januvia, 100 mg., one each day; it is beige and two centimeters in diameter. The color and size is what is important, next in importance is the container. The first four are clear plastic, round, labeled; with a white screw non-childproof cap and the same size, three and a half by seven centimeters. The third capsule is Levothyroxine, 100 mcg. It is small, yellow and oblong about one by two centimeters, again, one a day. The fourth capsule is a thin oval shape in a dull orange tint, Simvastatin, 20mg. One more pill container sets in this first row of a beige plastic basket ten by six inches with a depth of two and one half inches. It is a smaller white container with a “Bayer Children’s Aspirin” slapped on its side. The common ‘baby aspirin’ is circular, small and yellow. You only drop one of each in the Saturday, Thursday, Tuesday and Sunday pillbox days. This concludes the first row from right to left. Orders are to take no statins but the seven Simvastatin and the four baby aspirin a week. Too many statins were causing your kidneys to begin failing. This has since been corrected and the kidneys are presently in a healthy normal range. The doctor was surprised how quickly the kidneys healed, at least he told you he was. You didn’t understand the reason for him telling you this because you had nothing to do with the healing other than to stop the other statins like he ordered.

         1805 hours. This is fun. This is something I enjoy writing about because it is a ritual every week and I look forward to it just as I do the Sunday comics. I could do this sort of thing all day. I have two more rows to go to complete this ritual in/from a beige plastic basket. The ritual symbolizes that I have accomplished the weekly goal of living a fairly normal life for one more week. This is what happens when you have been taking pills mostly daily since the early 1960’s.

         The second row of pills begins from the left in a dark (about) three and a half by two inch wide container with a white cap. It is a dark gray iron tablet, 65 mg, about two centimeters in diameter, and it is the equivalent supplement to 325mg of Ferrous sulfate. The second pill in this row is in a slime green Kroger container and it is a large white, three-centimeter in diameter tablet, Vitamin D 1000 IU bone supplement; again, these pills are taken once each day. The third container in the second row is clear; as were the first four in the first row. It is Lisinopril, 40 mg. The pill is yellow-beige and two centimeters in diameter. This last pill container in the second row is white, about one and a half inch square three and three-fourths inches high with the white cap. It is a two-tone green capsule a centimeter in diameter and is named Diltiazem Hcl Er(Cd), 180 mg.; like the others, one tablet daily.

         The back third row of medicine has four containers of larger size so no more than four can set in the row. From left to right in a clear plastic bottle with white cap is Florentine Hcl 40mg. It is a large-medium sized white capsule with partial orange stripe markings. The next clear container is full of Kroger brand Senior Vitamins. The container next to last is larger and white supplement called Glucosamine 500mg; Chondroitin 400mg tablet to help rebuild cartilage and lubricate joints. The last bottle is brownish (though clear) and is five inches high and two and a half inches wide. It contains fish oil tablets, your order is for four of these a day, taken in the morning. - Amorella

         Wow. This was a fun exercise and it vividly reminds me of the poem, “The Naming of Parts”.

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Reed, Henry. "Naming of Parts." New Statesman and Nation 24, no. 598 (8 August 1942): 92 (pdf.)


LESSONS OF THE WAR

To Alan Michell
Vixi duellis nuper idoneus
Et militavi non sine gloria

I. NAMING OF PARTS

To-day we have naming of parts. Yesterday,
We had daily cleaning. And to-morrow morning,
We shall have what to do after firing. But to-day,
To-day we have naming of parts. Japonica
Glistens like coral in all of the neighboring gardens,
          And to-day we have naming of parts.

This is the lower sling swivel. And this
Is the upper sling swivel, whose use you will see,
When you are given your slings. And this is the piling swivel,
Which in your case you have not got. The branches
Hold in the gardens their silent, eloquent gestures,
          Which in our case we have not got.

This is the safety-catch, which is always released
With an easy flick of the thumb. And please do not let me
See anyone using his finger. You can do it quite easy
If you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms
Are fragile and motionless, never letting anyone see
          Any of them using their finger.

And this you can see is the bolt. The purpose of this
Is to open the breech, as you see. We can slide it
Rapidly backwards and forwards: we call this
Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards
The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:
          They call it easing the Spring.

They call it easing the Spring: it is perfectly easy
If you have any strength in your thumb: like the bolt,
And the breech, and the cocking-piece, and the point of balance,
Which in our case we have not got; and the almond-blossom
Silent in all of the gardens and the bees going backwards and forwards,
          For to-day we have naming of parts.

From: solearabiantree.net

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         1852 hours. This was published two days after I was born. Good for Henry! I’m happy it was publishable. Dr. John Coulter focused on this poem in one of his classes, I forget which of the many I took from him. Reed’s poem made an immediate impression on me. And, looking at the broader perspective, this poem is much more important than a birthday and the naming of pills.

         Indeed, from your immediate perspective, this is the point of this day’s work. – Amorella

         It is the truth, Amorella.

         I know it is, boy. Post. - Amorella

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