Mainly because I got a 98 on my bones practical this past week and found this at the greatest used bookstore ever Yes, that's a women's climbing poetry book by someone who's name is similar to Jane Austen. If you are ever in a foul mood, take a trip up to Paramus, NJ to the enormous Barnes and Noble and saunter back to their enormous used book section. Instant pain relief. If you need more of a distraction, continue up route 17 to the sushi cafe in Ho-Ho-Kus. Be sure to blast Beethoven's 9th. I'm pretty sure anything can be fixed by the 4th movement. Then, drive less than 2 miles more to the town of Ridgewood, where there is delicious blueberry and cookies and cream ice cream. And an enchanting park where a little boy triumphantly jumped on a large rock to shout, "HEY EVERYBODY!!!!! I JUST CAUGHT TWO FIREFLIES!!!" Thank you little boy for reminding me about magical moments in life.
I also had a swinging time last weekend (before the ER disaster) at the Jazz Picnic on Governor's Island in NYC. A true Gatsby affair, it's happening again this Aug. 20 and 21st. If you do anything this summer, you must do this. It's a perfect opportunity to dress up, travel back in time, and recreate yourself. Isn't that the beauty of dressing up? You can be anyone. You can have any story. Here's some pictures from the day
This week was rather rough because of the several doctor visits to figure out the source of the severe allergy reaction. I still remain a medical mystery. Boy, if I had a nickel...
I start allergy testing and shots in two weeks. Maybe we'll get some answers. My sitting pain also greatly increased this week- I spent a lot of time laying down in bed with ice packs. I had difficulty getting through classes and stood for a lot of the time. In anatomy lab, I stayed after with my teacher to learn more about the pelvic floor muscles, since we're not going over them in class. I'm soaking up all this information because I am certain I will figure this out one day. Piece by piece, I am learning. I know now that my ischium hurts like crazy, (specifically this small process next to the ischial tuberosity that I cannot find a name for anywhere.) I think I am seeing a new specialist in NJ that my PT recommends who does a lot with damaged tissue and imaging.
I remembered this week how important it is to do things you love, especially when you are in a lot of pain and frustrated beyond belief. Go outside and catch some fireflies. When I was watching them last night, glowing in the distance, the 1920's still on my mind, I remembered one of my favorite parts of The Great Gatsby. Somehow I have lost my copy- next trip to the used bookstore must change that. (unless I have some readers with extra copies?) I need to re-read this asap. Luckily you can find anything on the Internet. Does anyone remember his obsession with the light at the end of Daisy's dock? We are first introduced to it in Chapter 1 "[Gatsby gazed at] a single green light, minute and faraway, that might have been the end of a dock."
As well as the last chapter, last paragraph: "Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning —— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
I find myself staring out at the green light often. It always seems within reach, if I can only cross the lake to get to it.