A Tought Nut to Crack

[gruntal]

Yesterday I experienced yet another California earthquake. About 4.5 on the Richter Scale. Well I wasn't sure if it was my dog tripping over something or maybe my "roomie" just closed the garage door too hard. I forgot about it almost immediately. Being born here earthquakes are nothing new. But you kids might find them terrifying.

A few weeks ago I attended a tuning fork healing demonstration but the moderator couldn't help but throw out an example of skepticism. It seems one customer in the past loudly proclaimed nothing had happened to quite an extreme and made a bit of a fool of himself in doing so. Well I was prepared for the worst if you know what I mean. I never claimed I felt much of anything that goes on in rather a lot of this. Still she hit me with a series of pitches in various parts of my body. It was so-so. But one was directed to the the base of my skull.

It hurt ....

I have endured so many blood tests in the past 5 years I don't even much think about them anymore. They stick me in a vein, hopefully find a "gusher", draw enough for a sample, and take out the needle. It doesn't even much hurt anymore but yes I can feel it. But this tuning fork therapy, for a brief moment ,really stung and stung hard!

As above so below. Normally I go around numb; probably as good a defense as any for my life. My dry humor doesn't usually get ridiculous. But every so often something hits me and really hits hard. It can be difficult to take. Especially when you are not used to it.

What does it take to wake up? And must it hurt so much?

[donq]

Hi Gruntal,

Tuning fork healing? Sounds terrible! Somehow it reminds me of some cruel nurses in the governmental hospital (as you might heard about their bad treatment/manners toward their patients!) Also it reminds me of bloodletting treatment in the past which some good doctors said one day the world would know how cruel it was!

Hmm…I believe when it has something to do with a nut…urh…job like this, you have only some options left to react:

1. to react like a rat that willing to accept for less…to compromice
2. to react like a deeply religious squirrel…a chipmonk
3. to react like a dispute rodent….a squarrel
4. to react like a winged insect that keeps peace among its kind…pacifly.

(wordplay here are from “Imaginary Words” by Jeffrey and Carole Bloom)

[donq]

Hi again Gruntal,

I could not find the complete version of what I used to read. Here’s just only its brief one:

King Louis XV developed a horrific disease called small pox. The best treatment at that time was to drain some of his blood. The king's blood was drained until he passed out, but despite his doctors' efforts King Louis XV died several days later.

What I remember is how cruel of that treatment was, in the name of the best medicine in that time (it’s like reading/watching horror movie scene.) And I wonder, what will happen to what is called “modern medicine” today, in the future? Modern medicine sees human body likes an engine, have to cut open to change this and that spare parts (or even throw them away), refilling gas, oil etc., and it will make the engine runs well again. But, really? Though Aristotle said, the physician heals, Nature makes well” But why comes the joking (which is also true), “Nature heals but doctor bills?”

I don’t mean to rebel against a modern medicine, it’s just I really don’t like a touch of any knife! Hahaha.

Let’s listen to the confession of a surgeon: (warning—not for a fainthearted!) I like the way he expressed his deep feelings into words. It was so spiritual for me. So impressive (even a bit scary)!

“I advance, clamp in my hand; the creature retreats back into the wound. I try again:
“Got him!...Pinned and wriggling, he is mine. I hear the dry brittle scream of the dragon, and a hatred seizes me, but such a detestation as would make of Iago a drooling sucktit…It is the hatred of fear. Within the jaws of my hemostat is the whole of the evil of the world, the dark concentrate itself, and I shall kill it. For mankind. And, in so doing, will open the way into a thousand years of perfect peace. Here is Surgeon as Savior indeed...
“’You are going to be all right,” I say to my patient. “We are all going to be all right from now on.”

"I tried to save the world, but it didn’t work out.
"No, it is not the surgeon who is God’s darling. He is the victim of vanity. It is the poet who heals with his words, stanches the flow of flood, still the rattling breath, applies poultice to the scalded flesh.
"Did you ask me why a surgeon writes? I think it is because I wish to be a doctor.”
-Selzer, R., Mortal lessons: Notes on the art of surgery

[gruntal]

Driving myself home from the dermatologist, just after having a skin cancer cut from my neck; I noticed a few yard sales along the way. So I stopped and got out and looked. I tried not to stagger too much.   The thought occurred to me I might get a better bargain when they saw my neck all bandaged up. The old sympathy factor! Poor little me!

Well you have to get some fun out of life ....some of this you can wear like a badge of honor. Look what I endured!

[donq]

Hmm…yes, I think I know this old sympathy factor.
When I was a very young boy every time I told my mom I didn’t like yolk and ate only egg white,
she always added more yammy sausages on my plate.