The Meeting Nano Problano

 

It had been a long day

As I walked home I was tired.

So I stopped for a rest along the way.

I was lonely and fed up too

I know I have a family and a husband true.

That doesn’t always make things right you know,

To the outside things may look perfect but that isn’t always so.

As I sat there I had a chat with God as I often had before,

Now don’t go telling people that or they will say I am off the loop or more!

I sat there telling him my fears when suddenly a really pleasant man appeared.

“May I sit here ” He asked “you look troubled can I help?”

There was something special about this guy he had a kindness in eyes

A gentle smile, he put me at my ease, he just did I can’t say why.

He asked me what was troubling me and why I looked so sad.

It was so strange because immediately I was telling him openly of all the troubles I felt I had.

I don’t know how he did it but he put me at my ease and let talk for hours,

He listened to me and he did not chide or tease.

There was no anger or irritation in his voice or eyes.

He seemed happy to listen and was not embarrassed when tears fell from my eyes.

He didn’t say much but his presence was such a comfort he made me feel alive.

Quietly he seemed to give me Strength he seemed to make me thrive.

As we sat there and the world went by

I felt a peace return, he made me feel myself again, he made me want to try.

The things that were weighing me down and making me feel so small

Were really not insurmountable, he made me feel as if nothing was too difficult at all.

Eventually  I said I really ought to go I noticed the time

He said he would walk with me as his path was the same as mine.

I felt so safe in his company , like I never had before

He made the walk seem effortless as he saw me to my door.

I turned to ask him in for a cup of tea

But he was gone and no one was standing next to me.

Strange, yes it was but I remembered all he had said

And the gentle feeling of his being remained inside my head.

I hope we meet again one day for I shall never forget

The feeling of his kindness and his touch the day we met.

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IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: PUMPKINS,POPPEYS,HOSPITALS.

Well hello everyone  how are you all this Sunday, come on in we have moved indoors  now  as  the Autumn is well and truly  here  and Winter is hot on her heels!! We have the coffee and the cakes all ready the fire is all lit! The sofas and armchairs all have their cushions all plumped up! So go on spoil yourselves we have stocked up on hot chocolate now and brought in some good books for you to read too! I can hear Paul has all his guests,  who also  have moved in here now,  so lets see, what have you been up to this week?

If we were having Coffee: I’d say  don’t  worry about  that guy  sat over there on  the right , he is  quite pleasant if  you don’t upset him and keep his coffee cup full up! I’d step carefully  if I were you the coffee seems to be going straight through him but we do not need to upset  him  my mentioning it do, we. He arrived last  night for Halloween  and so far  he has made  no move to leave. Personally  I can’t  see he is doing any harm.

If we were having Coffee: I tell you it has been a strange week, one full of house sitting, windows, brief  flashes of the Newbie  and a visit to a private hospital! Where shall we start?  The private  hospital yes  lets talk about that first. Now  the husband  needs an operation  and it is being done on the National Health. He received a letter asking him to pick an appointment  at one of the under named hospitals . One  of the hospitals was a private one , after reading  that this hospital  was meant to be there the husband  opted to choose it  . It appears that  the surgeons  who work at the Private  Hospitals do NHS  work as well  and it looks  like  they can also treat  some patient from NHS at  the private hospital  and the NHS  pays.

Well as it is a  day operation  we thought  why not. So  we drove  to the hospital  and it had free parking   which totally threw us  for a start  you pay dearly  by the hour  at an NHS Hospital  or clinic! When we went inside  it was like being in the entrance lobby  to an expensive hotel. We were greeted  and and booked in by ladies in smart and fashionable  uniforms  . The Husband  was asked to have his photo taken  for recognition and security then we  were asked to take a seat and handed two paper disks. There were soft leather  chairs  and sofas  with glass top coffee tables in the waiting area. There was also a restaurant  all set up  for dinner  with crisp linen serviettes and silver cutlery  and wine glasses. Certainly  not the hard chairs , WRVS cafe  or vending machine  you get  at the NHS. Though to be fair  some do have a good canteen/ restaurant but they are pricey. The two paper discs  we had been given  were for a complimentary, tea, coffee or juice. You don’t get that on the NHS.

After a very short  while the husband  was whisked away by  a nurse  who came to get  him  to see the specialist.  While  he was gone I had a good look around  from what I could see there was a shop selling handbags, scarves, perfume and soaps , rather like a hotel shop. The restaurant looked absolutely  beautiful. Really  it was like being  in a parallel universe. I am sorry to go on  but the difference  between  private  and NHS hospitals  is extremely marked. I have had treatment at a private clinic  before  but I had not seen one like this one!

NHS Waiting Room

I have put two photos  here  to show the obvious  differences  between the two types of hospitals. We usually  have to go to the  NHS hospitals  so this has been an eye opening  experience. I will let  you know how  the operation  goes, we are waiting for a date  from the hospital.

If we were having coffee:  I would  have to say  that it  has been a very  tiring week we have been dashing  back and forth between hospitals (albeit  posh ones)  and the Newbie’s  parents house  to be there  while  new windows were put in. The husband  kept  busy gardening  while I did  some  odd jobs around  the house.  It was extra good  because  we got  to see the Newbie , he is so cute now  and has really  found his giggle  button. I cannot tell you how much I love  that  little guy.

Where are my  manners, would  you like another cuppa  or something  naughty  but nice  to eat…. Don’t  worry about that  quiet  guy  on the right  he is well  behaved  as long  as  no one  disturbs him!

Beautiful Poppy

Beautiful Poppy

Cheeky Pumpkins

Cheeky Pumpkins

If we were having coffee: I have to say  that my lovely  eldest sister  knitted me the most  beautiful poppy  to wear  with pride. She is a very clever lady  and she  can knit, sew, crochet and her latest talent is scrap booking!  Here above are some of her amazing knits!

If we were having coffee: I would say I am glad  to see that October  has come to a close.  It has been a long  month  in which I have tried  to support Breast Cancer Awareness Month with  poems  and  videos  some of  them  very personal. Unfortunately  I was unaware  that it was also MS. Awareness Month . agwink of Kentucky Angel  sent  me this comment  “This was also MS Awareness month, but we don’t have the press breast cancer has. I hope someday that will change for all of us with orphan diseases.” I do feel very sorry about  this  and I shall ask  you all to think  about this,  I shall have  to think about this  one  and see if I cannot  write something.

If we were having coffee: I ask if  you like some Chocolate cake or  some of  the Cherry Bakewell or maybe  a Caribbean or Russian Coffee? Well come on  it’s  your turn now  to let  me  and Paul know  what  you are all thinking ! We both look forward  to seeing you next week! Same place same time!

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: I would ask you if you would  like another  cuppa, or  another cake . !   If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/ 

PLEASE LEAVE QUIETLY  SO AS NOT TO UPSET  THE QUIET GUY IN THE COWL. HE HAS ASSURED ME  HE WILL BE GONE BY  NEXT SUNDAY!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If We Were Having Coffee: Guest Post– Nov.02/2014

Terrorism and Hopelessness

Paul your Barista

Paul your Barista

Welcome to Willow’s weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul and I’m happy to be here once again inside Willow’s home where it is nice and toasty, tending to your needs for a cuppa, and sweets. We’ve moved inside to beat the winter cold in the garden. 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. We can relax with a cuppa and calorie free electronic sweets while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal and/or worldwide. How has your week been?

Here in Canada the debate has started over whether the “terrorist” killing in Ottawa was in fact the doings of a sick young man or a terrorist. Our government continues to categorize it as a terrorist action while a great many more thoughtful sources have started a dialogue on our mental health care system. In the name of terrorism, our government has begun making laws that increase police powers and allow evidence to be held in secret. Idiots. The last time they tried that, our Supreme Court struck down the laws as unconstitutional. Besides which, how can anyone realistically make a law forever without even taking the time to understand what occurred? This jumping to action without knowledge or understanding is so typically political it is tantamount to voter pandering. Idiots again. A waste of time and energy that could be better spent understanding thesituation. Sigh.

That was my rant for the post ladies and gentlemen – Thank You for your patience. How does your government handle terrorist occurrences? (After the fact.) Do you think they could perhaps do it better? Would you like another cuppa? A sweet? It’s nice to be here in the warmth of Willow’s while looking out at the cold and rain, isn’t it?

Personally I’ve had some ups and downs this week. On the bright side, a new medication has decreased joint pain and allowed me to walk easier, safer and further. On the down side I have developed a condition called “restless legs” in dialysis which actually got so bad Friday night that I had to terminate treatment early and was left feeling like a wrung out dish rag. I have a consultation on Monday, so hopefully the doctors will be able to suggest a treatment for this problem. It actually didn’t occur to me until right now that the two may be connected – Hmmm – I’ll have to check that out. How’s your health this  week – better, worse, no change? Truly good health is a gift that goes uncelebrated until it’s gone. Do you agree with that?

I was sitting outside the hospital on Friday waiting for the second half of a test that required before/after radiological imaging when an older looking gentleman sat down nearby and started a conversation. He was dressed in hospital gowns and flip-flops and seemed like a very cheerful person. There is a psych ward on the fourth floor and it is common that the patients walk around outside, providing they are stable and safe and likely to return to the ward. For this reason conversations sometimes will take surreal directions – it is best to be wary. Anyway, he indicated that he was self-admitted for suicide watch. His story was that he was at home trying to suffocate himself with a plastic bag and found it uncomfortable – the plastic entering his nose and mouth. As a result, he decided to try and invent a more comfortable way to do this and was designing a cardboard insert that prevented the plastic from bothering him while he was suffocating. He was part way through the development of the new technology when he realized just how insane that really was and called the emergency number (911 here) for help. Having told his story he wished me a good day and departed back into the hospital.

During his story the gentleman had mentioned that he had finally received his first pension cheque while in hospital. He was 61 and had recently retired. He had a lot of bills and no money. He indicated how nice it was to have money in his bank account for a change. It was impossible to ignore the correlation between his lack of money and the attempted suicide in his story. He seemed in decent physical health and was cheerful and well spoken. And he had lost his will to live. Any thoughts? Have you ever met someone like this? It was the first time I had had such a conversation and it was thought-provoking for me.

Would you like another cuppa? I think I’ll have a sweet as well. Willow and I are honored that you dropped by today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please feel free to look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you here in the garden again next week.

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: I would ask you if you would  like another  cuppa, or  another cake . !   If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/     

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