Mike sometimes responded to me when I patted him on the chest. I got the impression that he liked it. He was always hitting himself on the chest, so I wonder if a less violent touch somehow communicated to him. I hope that it showed love.
I was a bit shaken with the video visit with my brother Mike, yesterday. Mike was hospitalized with some serious health issues. The medical folks aren’t even sure he can be removed from the respirator. However, it was something (comparably) minor that caught my attention. Mike’s hand was in an unnatural position. It looked painful. […]
My brother Mike is in hospital. It is bad enough that he is not allowed visitors, but he is autistic, low functioning and nonverbal. Mike has been a regular at the hospital. His care givers pay close attention to keeping him healthy. His problems are now worse than they have ever been. He is 70 […]
I wasn’t sure that this couple were married, but their relative postures assured me that this was the case. The woman is sitting comfortably; the man is on the edge of his seat.
Below is my impression of a visit to a psychiatrist’s office (those who still engage in talk therapy). In this little skit, the shrink talks and the patient absorbs what he can, even if it is not what the psychiatrist says. The patient, in turn uses what he hears to help himself with what is […]
The cloud I saw today after work looked like a question mark. Doesn’t it?
WordPress just told me of my 4th anniversary of blogging. It seems like only three… I am proud of myself for posting at least one blog entry for each day of the past 4 (3?) years. This on-line journal of mine consists of more than 1600 posts. I have progressed in many ways during this […]
My niece has cancer. A week or so ago she began hospice care at home. At that time she was alert, I was able to get her from bed to wheelchair, to the kitchen table. She took her meds, ate breakfast, we joked around. She’s famous for her laugh. Rough day today. No details, except to […]
My niece is, for intents and purposes, mute. She lies there with her eyes closed most of the time. I say her name loudly, perhaps too loudly, and she opens her eyes. They usually don’t stay open for long. From gaze, I can’t tell if she recognizes me. She is focused on the mid-distance. Her eyes are […]
One of the more fascinating bits in Eric Kandel’s* book, The Age of Insight was an alternate appreciation of the people who drew the cave drawings in the Chauvet caves, estimated to be about 30,000 years old. Art historians, including Ernst Gombrich noted that the realistic representation of horses in these caves implied that the humans who […]