See-saws, carousels, and whack-a-mole games are designed for carnivals and summertime boardwalk fun. That's why it's difficult to accept that these games are also the foundation for much of the way the business of health care is conducted in the U S. One issue comes to light and before solutions can be derived, another issue has arisen. Part of my journey and task is to love and protect animals; but, once and for all I'm going to have to whack the mole and knock him out. All similarly inclined and tasked are hereby invited to do the same.
...and it caught me by surprise,also, Velvet!
I think, in fact I am certain, the Universe has a way of calling to those with the soul and inclination. When I realized what was going on (homeless, jobless, hopeless) it was too late to change my mind and say, oh no, that's alright, I'm good-I'll just stay right here suppressing chronic disease with drugs, instead of helping people to facilitate their own wellness. But, lo, it was too late-and like you, not a quitter (though I'm a big old crybaby) I knew I had to keep it moving-this was the work of the Creator, and not everyone is called or appointed.
I will be reaching out to you soon to see how we might look into partnering or collaborating, but until then, bless up and keep it on and poppin'. You, I, and many others are fixin' to return the innate ability to heal, the dimensions of wellness, and ultimate health back to the people separated from it by marginalization, poverty, un/underemployment, gentrification, racism, ageism, and sexism.
Ultra-processed or processed, it does not (nor should it) require 100s of epidemiologists, biostatisticians, and post-doctoral researchers to come to the conclusion that further studies are needed to better understand the relative effect of the various dimensions of processing (nutritional composition, food additives, contact materials, and neoformed contaminants.) Seriously? People are fed up, and providers with integrity have had enough. Snatching wellness from the already marginalized with highly available "highly-processed foods/foodstuffs" readily found in the places like Dollar Tree, Family Dollar, is just another source of removing health and wellness from those who need it most.
Hahaha! We all know that it's not the size... ... of the bed that provides the comfort of rest or the exhilaration of good sex. Be it California King or Twin, a firm (but not too hard) mattress, with sheets perfectly blended for softness and durability, and a light lavender mist, and shazamm bada diggity-resting or sexing, is a cinch.
Imagine though, like Dru Hill's lead vocalist, Mark "Sisqó" Andrews, had to do, in the 1996 #1 platinum-selling R&B single, In My Bed, that your lover cheats on you with your close friends. You don't want to believe it, and your lover denies that there's any truth to the rumors you've been hearing everywhere; but you don't want to be a fool.
"I don't want to walk around knowin' I was your fool...
I just can't lose my cool
My friends keep telling me about the things that's going on babe"
But, sometimes, perhaps even frequently, trusting your intuition, feeling your gut, even in the absence of a visit to the Jerry Springer Show or clandestine Cheaters analysis, you just know...
Somebody's sleeping in my bed my bed baby...
I come home early expecting your warm embrace
But something is wrong 'cause its written all over your face"
Those of you that know or remember the song will recall that Sisqó's gut was correct. The gut wrenching blow, the ultimate slap in the face, was delivered at the song's conclusion, when Sisqó walks into the room with a bouquet of flowers, ready to say "sorry babe, let's do this thing, let's get it right" or similar and finds his girlfriend in bed with another---woman.
And it's actually no different when we realize and admit that the unspoken relationship between provider, payor, and policymaker has pushed the patient (the most important but least regarded stakeholder) right out of their own bed.
The countless times that I had patients ask me, "Efua, (a) would you take this medication?" or "(b) how do I treat this disease?" or "(c) can I ever get off of this stuff?" I was also in the patient's bed, though complicitly.
First, let me apologize. I was doing what I was trained to do-suppressing disease and "managing" diseases that should have been prevented-what I was taught-but I know better now, and so I do better, and will continue to do such. Now, there's a pharmacist, a pharmacist with integrity, in the house. Come back to bed. Please.
(a) No (b) Together, we must figure out what caused the disease. Prevention is the only cure. Treatment or management rarely eradicates the problem (c) While difficult, it's definitely possible; but, not starting in the 1st place gives you a much better chance of wellness, health. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
OCTOBER 9, 1941-FEBRUARY 6, 2018
Andre Harvey, sculptor, realized that he could never remain happy as a writer and teacher. And so, after traveling abroad, and stopping at an art gallery in France, he knew that sculpting welded abstracts would be the source of his occupational wellness. Despite having no artistic training, he navigated his way to becoming a master sculptor of the natural world, with tenacity, dedication, and apprenticeships.
David Cole, executive director of the Hagley Museum and Library in Wilmington, Del., said "what defines his work is that it is not only attentive to the forms of the natural world, but all his subjects seem to be alive. Even his plants seem to be pulsating.”
Harvey, who grew up in Pocopson, PA (minutes from my own birthplace and hometown in Coatesville, PA) resided in Wilmington, DE, and made his transition earlier this month (February 2018), succumbing to respiratory distress syndrome, at age 76
You will not soon forget Laura Checkoway's documentary Edith and Eddie, IDA Documentary Awards Best Short 2017. And as well you shouldn't-for we must face issues and the barriers that we create that impair our wellness and health-sometimes to the point of death. The 29 minute time investment to view this short will be well spent. The door to life is health. The key to health is wellness.
I am certain that February 14th 2018 will become a pivotal day in the history of the U S. As a visionary, an earth angel, and wellness facilitator-advocate, I have felt this coming for some time, now. Those of us similarly appointed and gifted surely agree-understanding that good must rise out of bad, challenging, perhaps even evil. Believe me, I know what I am talking about, because it's been happening to me. Many times I found myself saying, what the frankfurter (WTF) (teehee) and similar as I tried to navigate the seemingly endless losses, betrayals, and b.s. that lined the inside of close to three years.
Maya Angelou, 1928-2014, is frequently quoted-when you know better, you do better. And when I realized that as a western-trained pharmacist, simply dispensing medication did little to create health, I knew that I would have to figure out a way to actually do better. Not even certain it could be done, the serendipity of the loss of everything familiar (Quest Physics) and the belief (though questioned frequently) that all is for reason allowed me to experience much of what contributes to disease, unhealthiness, and lack of wellness. After all how do you speak to anyone, help anyone facilitate their own wellness, when you have no clue what it feels like to be homeless, jobless, scared out of your gourd, and continually considering opting out early from life? Many times I laid in my bed or reclined the seat in my car when I didn't have a bed, and just prayed to Great Spirit, remembering, of course, to say thank you for all good and challenges, but also asking that if I was to be one to lead transformation in the way health is measured and delivered, let me be be effective, strong with a voice-not just for a group of people, but for everyone.
I wouldn't say the night is over; but, I feel positive that the evening before light is present. We would be well-advised to remember that we will continue to have challenges in life, though. I remember my mother reminding me that as there are valleys, there are also hills. (Dang mommy, that can make for a bumpy ride I replied-to which I got the side eye and caution not to be too fresh, lol! But she was right-ups and downs, downs and ups-life)
This Valentine's Day, February 14th, Nikolas Cruz walked into Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, FL and turned his terror from much of his 19 years onto his former classmates and teachers, killing 17 and injuring 14. I express deepest sympathies to the all of the families and friends of the injured and deceased. There are just no words adequate enough to express the grief, the terror, the loss.
But, in truth, there were 327,192,385 victims (the U S population on February 14, 2018 according to Population Clock) on that day. The failure of so many systems, organizations, individuals to see, act, coordinate on behalf of what Nikolas Cruz had been clearly saying and acting out for years, cannot be ignored. each of us know that one problem is rarely the result of just one issue-rather it's due to multiple failures-including the drugs that had been prescribed for autism spectrum disorder and attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD).
I have much respect for the students that marched to Broward County Federal Courthouse today, declaring, "We Want Change." It's clear even to the unsighted, especially in light of more than 400 people being shot in over 200 school shootings since Sandy Hook, that gun violence, and school shootings cannot be ignored. As Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School junior Kai Koerber said, "We're all here because we need to strive for change."
Unless, however, we get to the bottom of the pervasive unhealthiness and lack of (social, environmental, financial, occupational, spiritual, emotional, intellectual, physical) wellness, lack of access to health care (not sick care), the 80/20 (Pareto distribution of income) ratio, and so many other gaps and lacks in social justice, environmental assaults, lack of transparency in all of business, government, racism, gentrification... gun reform will be only a band-aid and a soiled one at that. Transformation, change will happen when we fix all that is ailing our collective.
We have to get this right, before there is no time left. It sounds a bit corny; yet, if we could only put a little love and empathy in all of our steps, at every level, at every profession (is what I do or am doing harmful to another, for example) we could be all that we are supposed to be individually and for each other.
Let's be vigilant before we have to be.
Ah h*ll yes, that is my jahjam-Finesse. After all what's not to like about the diminutive (5'5") poppin' fresh sound of Peter Gene Hernandez's (stage name Bruno Mars) R & B and New Jack Swing style?
But now hold up, wait a minute. What's really being said here? Dripping in finesse? See, it's one thing to get your swerve on, so to speak, feeling dapper 'cause you're proud and know that you are attracting attention. I encourage this. That kind of glow, if only for a few moments, is therapeutic. We all could benefit from therapy, medicine that has no side effects, no known toxicities!
However, in perhaps a pernicious way, it's possible to overdo(se) on dripping in finesse by forgetting humility, and the dangers of excess.
Earlier this evening I needed a therapy session (driving with camera and no particular destination in mind all-ways provides a comfort and relief that no antidepressant (tricyclic, SSRI, or atypical) could ever provide!) And as it would be, I wound up at an outlet shopping center in Lancaster (PA), not far from my home of over 20 years ago. I was prepared for a dose of warm lights and cool displays that a vibrant shopping center gives. But at 6:30 PM, I was alarmed to find a total of only 2 cars in the massive parking lot. What the farfegnugen is going on, I thought...?
The winter hours edict is a clear indication that sales are down. Just a few years ago when I lived in the area, there was a vibrancy that clearly is no longer present. What happened? Did expansion supersede the actual growth or did this type of shopping start trending downward? Perhaps there was a dripping in finesse that got out of hand to only later crash and burn?
Although shopping isn't an option right now, I just wanted to hang out and capture the rhythm of the night. But, instead I had to consider returning back to my current ground zero to perhaps catch the evening news where I could have confirmed the current administration's quest to break SNAP (Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program) into government selected and determined "Harvest Box" rations. For a moment, though, I was fully expecting the hit-lerds on 1600 to cut their own excesses first-in a sort of united effort to cut costs. I mean are people already marginalized by poverty and racism, now supposed to sustain another blow meted out by the very ones that created the inequity in the first place?
See, that's just the thing. Until we are able to make connections (hint: everything is connected to something else) that allow us to anticipate how the (current) administration will try to further marginalize the already marginalized, the majority of us will always be chasing a long branch by its dying leaves. Preaching and telling folks what to do is not my style, so, you will rarely-if ever, hear or read of me saying, you must do this or that. My role, rather, is to pump up your abilities to think for yourselves and be able to connect information... that's where wellness and health reside.
However, I will write this-be careful drippin' in all that finesse, because somebody's going to have to mop that up when it oozes out onto the floor. Imagine falling down in finesse! In my Tamar Braxton voice-Getcha life.
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