If We Were Having Coffee Guest Post– May 23/2015: Unintended Consequences

Unintended Consequences

Shamrock Afternoon Tea

Welcome to Willow’s weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul, I’ll be your barista today and I’m happy to be here once again. Please come in and make yourself comfortable. Willow has plumped the cushions and started a cozy fire so we can warm ourselves while we have a cuppa and chat. As usual, I’d be pleased to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer – we have a wide range of teas and coffees to satisfy our world-wide readership. Also available is a large selection of spirits for addition to your cuppa or in its place. We can relax while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal and/or worldwide. How has your week been?

Well. I have to tell you this story – it is rather humorous and underlines the happenings of unintended consequences. I have been having issues with restless legs in dialysis. For those who have not encountered this, it is when your legs move, sometimes violently without your intention that they do so. It can happen during treatment or sometimes during sleep or when resting. When it continues for a long period it becomes very annoying. To address this the docs dole out sedatives. The thing is they do not want patients addicted or just out of it, so they gradually increase the dosage until the condition is either gone or tolerable. I have been taking two pills before dialysis for months now and they have been working. For some reason they stopped working recently so we have been adding more and more. Friday night I tried a new medication and it just knocked me out – I slept through dialysis and all went well. So far so good. When we were done, I went to the emergency department door where the pick up is located for my handicap transport. It was 11:00pm and my p/u was scheduled for 11:30 pm. I went outside and had a smoke (a rollie) but it was a bit cold so I went back inside. There is no area marked for the pick up, so I rolled over a wheel chair and sat facing the entrance.

I sat down with my coat on and my tote bag beside me and promptly fell asleep – left over effects of the medication. I don’t normally sleep well, but there in that wheelchair I had a grand time in slumberland. I awoke after what I thought was a 15 or 20 minute nap, checked my phone to see the time and realized that it was 12:51. The handicap transport (Para) finishes at midnight. I tried calling them and of course there was no answer. Sigh, now what? I knew that the hospital had taxi chits for emergencies so I walked back to dialysis and spoke to Kathy who was the head nurse on the overnight shift. She was surprised to see me and I explained what had happened. She called the on-duty social worker who hangs out overnight in Emergency. They were having a code Blue in Emergency and she said she would get over as quick as possible. I fell back asleep in my trusty wheelchair facing the dialysis desk. At 2 am I woke up again and still no social worker. At 2:15 she bustled in half running with a taxi chit. She explained that they were still too busy in Emergancy so she had gone up to Intensive Care on the other side of the hospital to get the chit. We filled it out and I called a taxi.15 minutes later I was home – at 2:30 am.

So, we seem to have found a solution to the restless legs, unfortunately it has the somewhat unintended consequence of keeping me asleep well after dialysis. Ha! Would you like a refill of your cuppa? A sweet perhaps?

Congratulations Ireland for being the first country in the world to welcome gay rights and marriage with a referendum. The historic vote passed with over 60% agreeing, at this point of writing (still a few more votes to be counted). Definitely a resounding welcome for gays to Ireland. The lesser item on the referendum – the reduction of age limit for President to 21 – appears to have resulted in a “No” decision at this time. When the gay rights vote is dissected there were some smaller rural areas that voted strongly against gay marriage. Given the heavy Catholic presence in these areas, this is not surprising.

However, in keeping with the title of this post, I suspect this is going to create some strong divisions within communities. We are not talking about legislation to increase armed forces or change foreign policy – but rather legislation that will put strong personal beliefs in direct, daily conflict within communities. This is legislating beliefs, not hardware or policy – things that are seldom if ever seen by the general public. Now strict Catholic Aunt Ethyl will be living next door to a flamboyant gay couple and see them at the market daily and share a fence, a paperboy, a mailman, and milkman with them. This is going to take some getting used to and is going to produce some serious conflict in the near term. That being the unintended consequence, it is a big step towards equality and fairness in society.

On that note, that’s about all we have room for this week, so it’s time to settle in with another cuppa and watch the fire. Sweets anyone? Please join me in thanking Willow for her invitation to tea. We are all honored that you dropped by today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Willow is over there serving her guests and chatting it up. Let’s go see how she is today. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you back here for sweets and beverages of your choice again next week.

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Saturday Stream Of Consciousness : Ike had a trike.

Badge by: Doobster @ Mindful Digressions

 

This post is part of Linda G Hill’s “Stream of Consciousness Saturday”  — Click and read, click and join in! Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “ke.”  Use the letter combination at the beginning, in the middle, or at the end of the word you choose to base your post on. Heck, make up your own word if you’d like! Enjoy!

 

Ike had a trike

Ike had  a  trike   that  he liked

His  mum said, “Ike  it  is  time  you learned  to ride a bike”

Poor  Ike  did  not  want  to  give up  his  trike

He  stomped and  screamed  and  bawled  like a tike!

 

Mum persisted, because  that was what  she was like

Pushing  Ike  towards  riding  a  bike not  a trike

Poor  Ike was no  match  for his Mum and  the fight for  the bike

So  he  gave in and  graduated  from a trike he liked  to a bike!

 

Ike  grew up, and  for mum  he  rode his bike

But  the  bike  was  never  what  he  really  liked.

Though it  was a long  hike  our  Ike  saved up  for what  he liked

And now  our  happy Ike  dumped  his bike  for a trike.

Ike had a trike that he liked !

 

 

Note to Newbie.

A little  bird  told  us you’ve  had a  lovely  day

A little  bird told  us  you have had  a lovely  play.

With fun fair  rides  and  sunshine, animals and  your cousin and Aunty too

With Grandma and mummy it must of been fun, a shame we were not there with you.

The  photo I  saw  on  facebook  made  my  heart leap  and  sink  at one

I  know  I was needed and I know  what is  done  is done.

But I am writing  this  just  to let  you  know

We miss  you  more  than  we  can say  and  we love  you so.

One Liner Wednesday: Pep Talk.

You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.

Christopher  Robin  to  Pooh Bear.

This  is  part  of  LindaGHill’s  One  Liner Wednesday.

Wordless Wednesday: Early Morning Wisteria

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Wisteria Lined Snikket

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Graffiti and Wisteria

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Early Morning Rain

 

Release!

The  wind  blew  and  I  cried

My  tears  fell, they  burned  as  they dried .

All I  had  was gone, ripped  from  me  torn,  set free

Sinews stretched  and  torn, all that’s  good  stolen  from me.

 

I screamed  blue  murder  and  railed  at  the  moon

I  held  my  breath, ripped  at  my  skin , bit my lip  until I  swooned.

I shouted  and  swore  that I  would  take  no  fucking  more…..

Then  pockets  full of  rocks  I  threw  myself  to  ocean floor.

 

Silence, cold  and  deeply  cocooned. Life’s  light  from me  begins  to sweep.thankfully  devoid.

I am empty   of  all feelings . Hardly  aware  of  all  I  have  done, I am vaguely  annoyed

Crawling  from the  wreckage that I  have  become  all  self-respect  and  life  slipping  away

Drowning  slowly but  thankfully. Thank God  I  will not  have  to face another  day!

 

Acrostic Poem. Shipbuilding

Silent  now  the  sound  of  hammer on steel

Held  still  the  giant  cranes and  wheel

Isolated  men  lost,  without  work robbed of  future

Pushed  aside  by business’s  uncaring  of  nature .

Busy no  longer, the  ships  and  trade  all gone

Urchins  run and play  no  more

Itinerant  men  all banished from the  shore.

Long ago  echoes  can  be heard  still

Dint of  history  and it’s  maddening  will.

Idolent seagulls  in search of  food

Nudge  the   empty newspapers  and brood.

Gone , gone  the  glory days.

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