Morning Thought: It’s not about what you think. What do you think?

Sometimes we have to accept that garbage is just garbage!! We must let it go!! We must throw it out! Not all things can be recycled. Not everyone can change.
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Namaste
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn

Food poisoning-a medical perspective

I feel so tired and so blah
I keep running to do ca-ca

I shall call out from work today
I have a few sick days so home I’ll stay

What was it that I ate?
Oh must have been the steak on my plate.

Become vegan I heard them say!
Perhaps I shall cause I hate feeling this way!

Namaste
Guady G

Oh I have been there but now I’m mostly vegan or shall I say lactovegetarian. But seriously if you have food poisoning-warning signs of something grave includes fever or seeing blood in the stool. Most of the time it will resolve in a few days. Follow a BRAT diet- bananas, rice, apple sauce and toast and keep well hydrated. FYI Salmonella comes from undercooked chicken and E.Coli from undercooked beef.

Why fear the ocean?

The Ocean

So mysterious
So forceful
In nature

I’m enticed to enter but afraid.
Will I float?
Will I drown?
Will it take me back to shore?
To lands I’ll never get to explore?

Alone
Afraid
In my bed

You the ocean
Come forth and moisten my feet!

I’m ready
Not scared

Love you
Ocean

With love
Guady G

Feeling Sick? This doctor recommends. . . — Fluidity

When you are sick how do you feel? What makes you go to the doctor? Seriously it’s 10 below zero and you get up from your warm bed, bundle yourself up and go see a doctor in hopes of getting antibiotics. But you don’t really need an antibiotic for every sneeze, cough or upset stomach. […]

via Feeling Sick? This doctor recommends. . . — Fluidity

The Rain- a patient’s story.

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As I sit here watching the downpour of rain, I remember my childhood.  I was a mere age of 4 and I loved to go out and play in the rain.  The memory of jumping in those big puddles still brings a smile to my face.  It was so exciting.

My mother would scold me for not wearing my rainboots. She would literally tug at me to get back in the house.  I never listened.  Actually I never cared!  I was free and full of life.

The raindrops were  very cold yet never cold enough for me because I was so warm inside.  I can still envision the wind pushing the tree branches to and fro.  I was like one of those branches.  No wind could ever knock me down.  I was strong.  I was fearless.  While people cursed because their umbrellas broke, I never wanted to use one.  I loved the rain.

I especially enjoyed walking inside the house making squeaky noises with my wet sneakers.  It irked my dad to no end but I didn’t care.  There was something about the rain that I loved so much.  I felt sad when the rain stopped and the water evaporated. The sun would come out and my only reminder of the rain was that feeling of moisture on my feet.  Would it rain again tomorrow?  Perhaps it would.

Funny how at age 4 raindrops were on my face and I laughed with merriment.  Now I sit here at age 32 and watch the rain hit against the glass window.  Tear drops are falling upon my face as I recall those days.   How I wish I could jump in a puddle right now!

How I long to walk around in my squeaky sneakers like I did at age 4, age 5 age 6 and even as a teenager.  I can’t anymore though.  I can’t!  I was so carefree as a child but at age 16 I no longer wanted to wet my sneakers. They were too expensive you see.  I still didn’t care much for rainboots.

I remember my mother yelling for me to stay home that evening.  A severe thunderstorm was approaching.  “Don’t go!” I could hear her cry out.  I refused to listen and I stormed out with my umbrella and the car keys.  I was meeting my friends to hang out and the rain was not going to stop me.  The downpour was never ending. I jumped in my dad’s car, tossed the umbrella on the side, turned the ignition on and started to drive. I drove past that old tree with its branches so strong and one of them came to meet me personally.

I recall the blur before me.  It happened so fast.  I was scared. The rain was different. It wasn’t the one I loved.  My tears and the very cold raindrops made me lose my vision and here I am.  I am a man bound to a metal wheelchair with ulcers on my back and my buttocks anesthetized from the neck down.  If only I could go outside and play.  If only I could jump in a puddle once again!  If only I had avoided that rain.

This was a little story told to me by one of my patients who was admitted for infected ulcers. He suffered from depression as well.  The patient and his parents had become estranged after the incident but with psychotherapy they were all able to heal.  Sadly he developed sepsis and died at age 35.

Stay safe, my friends
Hugs from Brooklyn
Dr. Macias

All My Beauty

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Listen………..!   I am no longer that caterpillar which most called ugly for now I am a beautiful butterfly!  I no longer need or want to stay within the confines of my old cocoon.  I’m not ashamed of what I once was for I have gone through my metamorphosis.

It’s still me you see except my pains and my sorrows have not broken me! Every tear I have shed has served to remind me of what I had forgotten.  I know now that I have always had these beautiful wings deeply secured within me. Today I can spread my wings out and I can fly.

Many dazzle at the beauty of my colors but you choose to see me only as an ugly caterpillar.  You are ashamed of my feelers and you join others in believing that I am nothing but a mere creepy crawling insect but I am not. Do you hear me?  I am not and actually I never was.

You can go ahead and run away from me for all I care.  You have no idea of the treasures I have hidden within the corners of my old cocoon.  And now you shall never know!! Take heed and take notice of my written words.

I am a beautiful butterfly and I can fly!!
Go ahead! Let out a sigh!

Hugs from Brooklyn,
Guady G

This entry is for those that forget how beautiful they are. You are beautiful and wonderful even if others don’t see it that way.  Love yourself!   Take care of yourself!  Keep shining because self love is not conceit if it comes from truly knowing and appreciating yourself with all your facets. Yes you are a gem!!