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The drama with my wrist injury continues, even today. And anyone who has gone through lengthy medical problems understand when I say that it's so very important for distractions. Otherwise, your emotions get the better of you. So I only came on to write about a victory last night, which was every inch of a distraction that I needed. I cooked my first duck!
I know, I know... that is definitely the last thing anyone would guess as being a victory. But cooking has always been a distraction of mine. And unfortunately it's a distraction that I don't get to partake of because of this stupid injury. But the duck was a victory for a few reasons. First, I've only eaten duck once. My knowledge of this meat product is pretty much boiled down to the fact that I like the slightly gamy flavour of this particular poultry. Second, my family never cooked duck, ever. So I've got bragging rights for being the first! In fact, my whole family had an upturned nose when I told them I wanted to cook a duck. My sisters haven't had duck before. My dad ordered it once in a restaurant and my mom sampled from his plate. So not only did I get bragging rights for cooking something no one in my family has cooked before, I also get bragging rights because the duck came out amazingly well for the first time. And in the case you were interested in the pairings for duck, steamed asparagus and mashed potatoes went great with the duck! The biggest victory was just the ability to cook. Yes, I was in pain while cooking, even though doing about 85% everything left handed. But I had to do it. I hate not being able to do anything. I hate having to give up many of the things I love to do. So just to put my will over pain was satisfying. I'm not cooking today, or probably for the rest of the week. But I can hold my head up high and say that I cooked a duck!

The Long Road

I was upset yesterday by the appointment I had with my doctor, for my wrist. For the longest time my doctor was unsure what was causing problems. Now he walked into the room with his mind made up that what I have is just a second degree sprain. I couldn't believe what he said! Growing up playing sports, I've had all three degrees of sprains. From all the doctors I've talked to over the years, sprains never took over three months to heal. So here I have a wrist injury from mid-way through February, and I'm six and a half months over a surgery (where over two months was spent with my wrist in a cast and completely immobilized). There's no way in my mind I can comprehend a sprain being the diagnosis for what is wrong with me since I am still having a great deal amount of pain. My doctor was all set to pretty much sign me off and re-examine everything this upcoming spring. I wanted to cry. Here I am where not even Tylenol takes the edge off of my pain, and my doctor wants to wait. All I could do was say that I understood what he was saying but it really concerned me that with the amount of pain that I have and he wants me to wait. He said that he'd go through with a second MRI if I really wanted it, but he doesn't expect it to show up anything to show up since nothing showed up last time. And all this is after he poked and prodded my wrist yet again and I still have a hot spot that makes me jump with pain. I never did go to medical school, but I have reasons to doubt just about everything from this appointment. Not only is it that I doubt it's a sprain that I'm suffering, but I really am starting to believe that there is something wrong with the cartilage. That's where all my pain is coming from. What I don't understand is why there is so much pain there when in the surgery my doctor had cleaned up the fraying that had been in my cartilage. The other reason why I think there is something else that is wrong is the fact that I had to come off of physical therapy because the pain was getting worse. That just doesn't happen with a sprain--this much I do know from experience. Well my second MRI was accepted by L&I today and I have it scheduled for next week. I just won't be able to get in to see my doctor again to go over the results until the first week of December. I am becoming so emotionally drained with this whole issue. I want to get better. I want to be healed. I want a normal life back again.
This week I was asked to write up a description of Kindergartners learning styles and what not for the manual for our children's ministry. That was the highlight of my week so far. After three years of working with Kindergartners, this is the first practical thing that I have had the opportunity to do with what I've learned to help other people working with Kindergartners. Most of the adults that I know are nervous with working with this age group. So my whole goal was to give them the information to make them excited to work with this age and do it most successfully. Kindergartners are really great to work with. Other than that, the other project that I've started this week is a quarter's worth of curriculum. I've got some great ideas going, so once I get all the written parts down, and even start putting together some of the visuals (such as power point), I will be able to pitch my ideas with Naara. What I am looking forward to is giving the curriculum a run through. Then make any tweaks that may be necessary. After that, I will be able to market it. Who would have thought that the first thing to possibly get published will be a children's church curriculum? But I do love doing things like this for the kids! They are really great to work with.

Night At The SAM

It really is funny how anticipation works in relation to the world around us! So today was the first day of the rainy season, where the rain just came down like none other. To top it all off, there was traffic problems all day long! Those are not the two things that you want to happen when you plan an event for people to show up to after work. And yet that is what I got. I had ten people confirm that they were going to show up for the museum. Out of those only one showed up, one of the women. Although two men showed up who had not talked to me at all before the event to let me know they were coming. I do have to be fair though, I just got a message from one of the original museum goers, and he said that he showed up with another person, but he didn't remember to take my number with him so they couldn't meet up with us. So in essence there were a grand total of 6 of us (in a round about way). But that didn't bother me at all. I was there mainly for the museum, and meet new people. On both counts I was well pleased.

Oh but don't get me wrong, there was plenty of interesting things that happened. When I had met at the EY office to meet up with the two people who wanted to carpool (neither showed), there was a man there who wanted to go. And right away he showed an instant liking to me. Now in the past, when a man like him with whom I have absolutely no chemistry with showed that much interest in me, it never sat well with me and freaked me out. I was rather happy that I don't have that reaction anymore. Besides, with the background checks that EY sends everyone through, that helps a whole lot. So anyway, I had my carpool buddy to get into Seattle. Honestly, I was thinking of a way to have someone else take him back to the office. That didn't happen but more on that later. Finding the museum was easy (parking and all), but it wasn't easy to find everyone who was supposed to be there (because they weren't there). So me, being me and hoping not to spend the entire evening with this man, I began to go around to everyone who looked like they were waiting for someone and I asked them if they were with EY. Yes, there were some funny expressions and I had to explain that I was with a singles group, thank them and then walk away. If nothing else, I made a few people's wait a little better. In fact, the last man that I asked told me he wasn't but that he wished he was. That earned a smile and a blush from me. :) But there was one man was a few feet away, waiting, that felt like he might be with us, and when he fished in his pocket for a piece of paper, I decided to go up to him and ask. He was and told me that he was about ready to come over and ask me as well. At this point it was just me and my carpool buddy, and I tell you what! Being the hostess, I introduced them and I never felt the combination of sparks and awkwardness like I did at that moment. I think my carpool buddy was looking forward to having me to himself and he didn't like the idea of this new man joining us. But on the other hand, I felt a little connection with this new man and we started a conversation that was much easier than with the other man. Besides that, he also looked interested in me (I'll just call him Red from now on just to distinguish between the two--yeah for anonymity). So needless to say this was the first time where I've ever been in the situation where I've been with two men at the same time, in the same place, and there being that awkwardness. I've always wanted to know what that feels like. Now I do. And I'm not sure if I want to feel that again. So it was a very good thing that the lady from the original list showed up, because that took the edge off of the tension. There were a couple of times where Red would come over and look at the same exhibit with me, although keeping a small distance. We did have a small conversation when we were further down a hall than our other two companions. It really was an awkward situation (especially now that I've read his profile and found out that Red is one of those shy men). Of course he really wouldn't try a conversation with the other man nearby. In fact, anytime the other man saw that Red was near (on a few occasions), he would also come over as well. Oh, and that awkwardness never really went away! It only got worse, when it was time to leave. Red was parked on the same level in the parking garage and we were. As I tried to say goodbye to Red, he perked up and it looked like we could have had a conversation, but there was the other man who was quite smug in that we were riding together. And I didn't look to see, but his expression to Red could not have been good at all. I was in a sense rather embarrassed. Red is a sweet heart and I would rather like to have a conversation with him, without a third wheel.
I wish the story ended there. But it didn't. There was the drive back to the EY office. I knew what was coming. I could smell it coming a mile away. We were a few minutes from the office when he asked me if I had dinner before the museum. Thank you God I did!!!! I told him that I had, and yet he still asked if I would go out and have something to eat with him tonight. I told him I had to be getting home. I didn't tell him it was because I wanted to see my family or to find out what had happened on Survivor Gabon. I'll save men their dignity. But it didn't even stop there. When we pulled up in the parking lot, he didn't get out right away. He asked me if we could go out on another time. Thank you God, again, that I am busy with the musical!!!! I told him that I'd have to get back to him on that one since I am busy. He knew about the musical. And yes, I am too nice. I should have just flat out told him that there would be no chance of that happening. But I did want him out of my car. And I knew that was the only option I had. So now I have to find ways of being nice and yet keeping my distance from him so I don't encourage him any further. Which could be a problem. If I do another event and not tell him about it, and he finds out about it anyway, that would not be good whatsoever. Well, here's hoping that I find a man soon who puts me "on hold" than I can still be nice and not totally devastate him.

Polls vs. Absentee

In the day and age where everything is turning toward Absentee balloting instead of people going to the polls, I am proud to say that I am one of the few who still enjoys going to the polls! Yes, Absentee balloting makes it more convenient for more people to vote, there is just something about going to the polls. It's the community showing up to do something, make their voice be heard.
But above all, I had an amazing experience this year at the polls. There was a teenager who showed up to vote for the first time. After now voting in my 4th Presidential election, it was great seeing someone show up excited and nervous both that the same time. I was in line behind this young woman, waiting for the one electronic booths (for as much as everyone hates these things, I love them! I'm a button pusher to begin with. And I know my vote will count right away because it's already in the system counted when the polls close). I got to tell her my secret of quick voting by making all my decisions at home with the voter's pamphlet, that way all I have to do when I show up to vote is check the boxes I want and in less than five minutes be on my way. She was interested in this and told me that she wanted to that but she didn't know what she was voting for. When she asked her mother, she didn't know either, and her mother's response was just to do her best. So while we were waiting in line, I told the young woman what all the codes and numbers on her voter's card meant. So now, the next time there is an election, this young woman will know exactly what she will be voting for before she goes to the polls. Who knows, maybe she will pass that information on to her mother. It's things like this that makes community so very important! When the community comes together and do things together, information gets passed around so that everyone becomes more educated. It does not matter as much as what a person is convicted to believe and vote--not everyone believes the same thing. But it's important that everyone knows everything in a timely manner to make the best decision for themselves. And I was excited to be a part of that!

I'll be the first to admit that I was one of those voters who did not know until the night before who they would vote for President. Early on in the campaign, I preferred Obama. Then there were the Presidential debates and the VP debate. The more that I learned about the candidates' opinions and pet projects/policies I began to watch them and how they answered the questions. That was what kept me in the middle of indecision for so long. And I was disappointed when Obama finally answered the bating question of McCain--what is the fine for not being (health)insured. Obama finally answered that Joe the Plumber would not be fined a single cent. What kind of fine is that! It screamed with indecision and placation for the vote! Obama said that Joe the Plumber would not be fined because he fell under the $250,000 mark. The problem with that is that Obama was wrong. On a news report on TV, interviewing Joe the Plumber, Joe told America that the business he wanted to buy was $260,000. That's well above Obama's mark. Now either Obama was misinformed and guilty of not doing proper research to make his points. Or under Obama we will once again have many forms of relief for the "wealthy" (over the mark). There are many policies that Obama has in mind that I disagree with. And health care is one of them, if not the number one. I think it is the greatest travesty to have the government controlling health care. It has not answered the issues in other countries (Canada and Europe) who have installed such measures themselves. Neither does it give the doctors that we train in the states, the incentive to stay in country for their practices. I am sad to say that most of our talented (new and upcoming) doctors will be going overseas where they have better incentives. But I'm going to stop here. The lessons I have been recently been teaching my Sunday School students have been respecting those in authority. Obama is our newly elected President and I find myself on a fine line of not being all together respectful. But you can rest assure that I will not stand quietly for policies that I do not agree with. Thank God we live in a democratic country where the voice of the people are still heard. I greatly dislike it when the House, Senate, and President are all from the same Party, because they will always do great damage--whether Republican or Democratical. I pray that our representatives continue to listen to their constituents even though there is not another election for two years. Don't get me wrong. I am not disappointed in the presidential race (seeing how I wasn't clearly one way or the other). I think it is way past time for a black man to become president. (It's past time for women and other minorities to be president as well.) The US is far behind in countries being led by a diverse group of people. It is history in the making. I am just fed up with the government screwing everything up for the people, carelessly spending money, and not being held accountable for anything by anyone. There is not a political party that can answer this woe. We need a collection of people with integrity running in offices. I am just patriotic and want what's best for the people!!! It's time for the government to work for the people, rather than the government running the people.

Being My Own PR Person

So the last few nights I've stayed up late going through the directory at Equally Yoked and emailing people who state that they like art, personally inviting them to the event that I have scheduled at the SAM. Yes, the event is posted on the two event guides, but I wanted to bring it to the attention to those who either glossed over it or haven't been reading the guides. This will be my first event that I head up, and being the over achiever that I am, I want there to be as many people there as possible. So that means that I scanned through over 1700 profiles. I thought I was going to go cross-eyed, that first night (making it through A-the begging of R names). But it was worth it. In less than 24 hours, five people from the first night's bunch got back to me, saying they would be coming. So that's a good start. Besides, it's always great when you know you're not going to be the only person at the rendez-vous point! So sometimes it means going out there and rounding up the people. But the way that I look at it, if a group leader were to send me a message inviting me to come, I'd make more of an effort to (try to) make it. So here's looking to a great turnout!