Stepping On The Brakes

 

So I finally got the chance to spend some time here, on my actual computer, and figure out what was here, in terms of ease and maneuverability of my blog, cause I was having a really hard time searching for stuff on my own site.  Had no idea how to find anything.  So, added some widgets, as well, but not crazy about the cat — where it’s at, I mean — but I can live with that for a while, cause cats are totally cool!

Excuse me, now, gotta go and dance to 80s British tunes.
Gotta wake-up!
Somehow.

At The End Of The Day When The Skin Starts To Sag, Thus Forced To Face Yourself Grow Old, But Your Spirit Is On Fire. 

So what’dya do then?
You’ve never owned a mirror – other than a cosmetic case or those above a bathroom sink. 
Last fall when I was under the misperceptions that I had finally reached the last leg of my journey through Divorce Land, it occurred to me. 
It occurred to me right there, inside Linens and Things. It occurred to me that I had never bought a full-length mirror before, so maybe now it was time to buy one?
Well, by the time I got it at an angle in the SMART – well, I had already accrued 7 years of Bad Luck, but I didn’t even know it, until I drove away, and something happened that drew my attention to it. When I realized what had happened, I returned to the store and told them what had happened, and I couldn’t afford 7 years of Bad Luck, especially at my age, and I needed to get away from that mirror right away. They gave me a credit right away. And, they commiserated with me briefly. OMG. Seven years of Bad Luck. Omg. 
So it’s the end of the day now and although I haven’t moved much – although  much more than I have in recent weeks – I have traveled thousands of miles in my head. 
The End Of The Day
Skin
Growing Old
Never Gonna Grow Old – No matter what
Stages Of Life
PHOTOGRAPHY
PORTRAITS (Self)
Self-Reflection
Nonsensical Things


YUK!
BETTY CHRONICLES AGING


(NOTE: Total Photographs Refers to my library – not self-portraits.  I’m not that vain.)

Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell in America's Health Care System

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SOMEWHERE BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELLBut it was a gas. 
St. Alexius Brother’s In HOFFMAN ESTATES, Il
(Submitted to Yelp. Almost positive they’ll yank it.)
PART I
After coming from a State with a horribly disfigured Health System, when I walked through the revolving doors at Alexian Brothers, I thought I had walked through the doors of the Hilton. OR, The Waiting Room of Heaven. EVERYONE was SO nice. No one pushed you for money at the front door, like most hospitals do now. And the service is prompt and high caliber. Some Administrative Glitches where someone obviously didn’t proofread the Information section and the Address was rendered in Computer Jumbo. However. And this is an important however.  The United States Post Office figured it out!
The diagnosis was accurate. 
I showed almost all symptoms of Concussions. 
(Curious whether Yelp will strike that last sentence.)
Oh, well. 
Anyway. 
So there is not much to do other than rest for it to heal. 
The discharge forms had the diagnosis, but nowhere where I could, at least, see, were there specific discharge instructions. They told me (verbally) to come back if I showed further symptoms. 
As I sat around resting, other symptoms began to emerge, associated with Concussions. Mild ones, like Double-Vision (once) and Blurred Vision (several times).  
But here’s the creepy thing about concussions …
While everything appears to be functioning, they are marching silently – or rapidly – toward catastrophic damage to the Brain and can be deadly without any warning. Or, you can endure long-term damage. Or, you can heal. One never knows how one’s body will react. 


(As  can see, a few glitches here. I lifted this draft from Yelp. Who knows what they embed behind the page?)


PART II
THE EMERGENCY ROOM WAITING AREA


As I said, I could literally feel the holy air wafting through the ER. The air was warm, but not too warm, and full. There were halos everywhere you looked. The staff were selected for their healing skills, putting people at ease, naturally. 
So the first visit was comprehensive. But between the first visit and the second visit, I received a letter from the hospital’s attorney, threatening to sue if I didn’t pay The Bill. 


THE END

Educating Myself: The Meaning of "Looking for a job."

I draw a blank whenever that phrases passes by. I see nothing there. It’s totally hollow. 
How does one look for a job?
Let’s see. 
In case you haven’t noticed, you are surrounded by buildings. All of these buildings have jobs. Each one can be interesting. 
But what do you do?
You say …
But there’s so much concrete everywhere. 
I can’t do that. 
For lots of ‘why’s. 
That’s why. 

What Freedom Looks Like To Me (Photography)

Yesterday was a monumental day for me. And so my friend, Jessica, and I celebrated in an appropriate fashion. I danced. I balanced on a precarious wall. I saw beautiful and convoluted versions of Nature. –

JESSICA AND I   JESSICA DOES THE “BETTY” POSE. 

   HANGING OVER THE EDGE OF A PICNIC TABLE

  REFLECTIONS. CLOUDS ABOVE AND BELOW LETTING MY HAIR HANG

  THE WALL ON A LAKE

  THE IMPERFECT ARABESQUE 

   LOOKING UPWARD

  SAYING GOODBYE TO THE PAST

  

Finally.