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Saturday, August 30, 2008

Humanities homework

Our Humanities 2 class has a blog. We MUST post at least one post and 1 comment a week.
In class we got into a discussion of the dying arts and humanities in today's world, and the change in priorities. Patrarch was quoted as saying the highest form of art was poetry and yet, in today's world ...poetry is the least respected of all the arts. (much to this poets heart's dismay)

My humanities instructor suggested I blog about it for my week 2 blog post. So, I did, when I started to do it, I decided hey! If the whole idea is that poetry is no longer respected, why not do it in the form of an Italian Sonnet ..the very form no longer respected ..and took 5 minutes and threw together what is most likely my worst poem ever written. She loved it ..not really sure what that means ... does she need to read the rest of my poetry or ... let's not go there

but .. here is my blog post with the very first sonnet I've ever written. Warning for those who've read my poetry before .. this IS not my normal quality of writing ... it IS a 5 minute poem ...

While this is certainly not the best poem I've ever written, when I brought up the frustration of the lack of respect of poetry in today's world while Petrarch declared it the highest form of art. I could not resist deciding to place my frustration in the form of a sonnet. I personally have never been assigned a sonnet before ... so ... forgive the lack of ...um, perfection ;o) I did use theabbaabbacdcdcd format (italian rather than shakesperean) format for the rhyming. So, in the attempt to start the discussion of poetry being no longer respected in today's society ... here is my statement in the form of a pseudo sonnet:

Death of Respect
by Peggikaye Eagler
Petrarch declared the best there could be,
Of all the literary forms of pen or quill,
Not prose nor epic tales but words that bring one still!
Time and meter, rhyme of heart, that of poetry.
Petrarch saw the poems opened new ways to see,
To share things otherwise kept in at will,
Poetry frees the heart to share the love that doth fill!
Art form to be kept alive, would be a shame to ever bury!
But here we are generations of change,
Progress brags of the technology of life,
Experts tell us all we know, they give us range!Making life easier?
Improvements increase... strife.
Removal of art, demotions of heart, does no one find this strange?
If Petrarch were here now, he'd feel the twist of the technological knife.

like I said ...certainly not the best of my poems! HA!But ..I'm going to leave it like that and we can discuss it in the comments.

only commenting going on is one guy who said he liked the line "removal of art, demotions of heart" (actually, I like that too) and the teacher who said she loved the sonnet.

So much for starting a conversation on the topic.

But, got my A .

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Here Ye! Here Ye!

The Grandest of Grand Rounds

From Stuff
This weeks Grand Rounds have been hosted by our own Mother Hen ...er Dear Blog Friend Rural Doctoring! (hint: if you want in on the Mother Hen joke, come and join us at the Dr. A show on Thursday Nights. ;o) (this next week is the anniversary show. This link is to last weeks show, with Suture for a Living with Ramona and is Fantastic!)

So, Start over at Rural Doctoring with your cup of coffee (yummy!) and settle in for the best of the medical blogsphere and some great shakespeare (with no apologies ;o) ) and enjoy some quiet time.

It's getting to me

My science class is above my head, at least this first part of it, mathmatically. It requires skills from math classes I've never taken ...and some skills from classes I've not had since the 7th grade ..which is 31 years ago. My best friend is 31 years old.

I have taught some of these skills to Samuel, but he was advanced, and I was teaching them to him about 8 years of age, so ..at 18, almost 19, that means ...about 10 years ago. And teaching them, you just kind of scan the material, make sure they catch it, and let it go right back out of the head as you check the work with the teacher's key. (especially with a kid who is primarily self taught)

The reality is, after taking four hours to accomplish only getting 9 out of 27 problems done ...and even my very bright son having some problems with them, I've decided to go and see if I can drop the class, and register for a 12 week class ... and keep my full time status (for purposes of financial aide). This would mean, in 2 weeks I'd start my 4th class and drop, this week, the science class. The book, I'd have to keep (all $224 of it) and save it for next semester after having a semester of algebra under my belt ... and getting some skills to help me to understand what is is that I'm missing.

I simply can't take 13 hours of classes and doing 15 hours of homework for one class. (that is how much time I've put in this week, and yet, am still 18 questions short of completeing the assignment) It has also left me on the short end of reading for another class.

So, that is what I will do ... I hate to do it, but if I can, I will. If I can't maintain my full time status, I'm ...essentially in hot water.

Not sure what to do then.

I'll let you know.

On the sick front ... I finished the 2nd round of stronger Leviquin and now, the cough is back with a vengence. I'm going to give the prednisone and nasal spray a couple of more days ...and then ... CALL AGAIN.

I'm wondering how much my change of immunosuppression has to do with this ... is the Imuran from Cellcept playing a role in this not being able to kick this????

Saturday, August 23, 2008

End of week 1

Wow what a week.

My science professor sent me flying into a panic attack. I'm so unsure of how I'm going to handle that class. My weekend will be filled with trying to get the assignments done for that class.

My humanities class ... let's just not go there.

My algebra class, that I need so badly. I've got the nicest most gentle teacher in the world ... and I needed so badly to be there. But I went to my science class on Thursday morning and was coughing so badly & disrupting the class to the point the professor deemed it necessary to make some political statement about non smokers rights to not be disrupted by second hand smoke as well as smokers hack. (um .. I don't smoke, it's not smokers hack ...I'm SICK!!!)

OK, so I went back home to rest between the two classes, collapsed into bed, called the doc to say,"It's been a week, I took all 5 antibiotics and now I'm getting worse ... they said come in at 4:30). I could have gone to class ...except, I fell asleep and my husband told my son to let me sleep.
Got to the doctors and ... I had 102 fever. WHOOPS!

So ... more levaquin ..at 750 Mg's this time. A nasal spray with her thinking maybe it's coming from sinus'? Vera mist ... I've got bad sinus reactions to nasal sprays ...they make my nose bleed. 1 day on the 750 and already noticed a difference. So ... hopefully this time it's going to get it.

My Developmental Psych class is great. I love the teacher. She has a passion for people, a passion for the subject of psychology and a passion for teaching. That combination makes for a great class. We have a wide variety of ages from teenagers to older than myself ... and everywhere in between. Men and women ... boys and girls .. no large groups of anything no large groups of races or class ... very wide subset of the community at large of our city. It will make for a GREAT psychology class!
We have a woman, my age, from India in there, a young woman from Mexico and a man about 30 from Australia(raised in those countries, living here now) we have several races raised here in the US) every hair color and eye color imaginable. Very few native Oklahomans ... and the only thing we all had in common was there were only 3 majors that were represented ... psychology, nursing and education!

Wednesday I have a paper due that is going to be quite interesting to write. It's about where I was 10 years ago and how I've changed in three areas. Emotionally, physically, and Socially.
Well ... OK ... That's going to be quite the paper because it is exactly those changes and where I was 10 years ago, with my parenting ...that has caused me to decide to go back to school. The services, or lack there of ... available to me. The fatigue and desperation of dealing with the issues facing my children and the lack of respite care.
The feeling of being alone in the world as a family of kids with Tourette's and OCD and at the time what we thought was autism ...and it being treated as my child's disability that somehow had nothing to do with us ..when in fact ... if a child has a disability ..the entire family is affect.

When a family member is disabled ... the entire family is affected. For doctor's, therapists and other health care members to think otherwise ...they are fooling themselves. My children and husband are deeply effected by my having myasthenia gravis and lupus. I am deeply effected by my husbands post polio, Restrictive airway disease and scoliosis/kyphosis and the complications ... My husband and I are effected in many ways by the OCD and tourette's that our children deal with on a daily basis ...and trust me ... the brothers have to deal with ... in ways that cannot be described ..their siblings OCD and Tourette's and often it collides like a tornado with their own OCD issue and it takes a very wise, and gentle hand to help them to overcome the differences in their disorders that come head to head with each other.

A person with a chronic illness, is not simply an island to themselves, they are a member of a family and it ripples out and effects the other members and changes the fabric of the life of the other person helping to form the very character of who that person turns into ...for good or for bad.

My children could not have helped but be effected by my 27 hospitalizations and 15 surgeries, by my husbands 7 hospitalizations. They could not help but be effected by their own hospitalizations ... Samuel's 5 and Benjamin's 7 ... Benjamin's most serious being meningitis at the age of 7. With the most serious of all of these being Don's 45 day stay last year when he almost died. We are, a family, not a group of individuals ...

Yet, 10 years ago, when I would take one of my sons, or myself to the doctor, the only thing dealt with was the problem at hand. Nothing else taken into consideration ..and I had all these other balls in the air ... and I felt like I was going to tip over at any minute ... and I had no idea if I was going to crash or the world was going to implode ...what was worse ...was I wasn't even sure if anyone was aware that there was even this sick person named Peggikaye trying to keep 4 sick people balancing ...and if they did crash ..would anyone even know to pick up the pieces.

I would take Benjamin for an evaluation and they would say "he's autistic we need to do OT 2 times a week, speech therapy 1 time a week and PT 1 time a week". He needs to have Cognitive Behavioral therapy and send us to a behavioral psychologist who would catch on rather quickly that I worked well with my son. Psychologist after psychologist worked with us two or three appointments, gave us tools to work at home and sent us on our way. We did 40 hours a week of ABA in our home and we used the public school system ...
We did everything we knew to do. We went to Autism support meetings we took him to pediatric nurologist, and pediatric gastroenterologists. We took him to pediatric pulmonologists and pediatric orothopedists ... all in an attempt to get this little body ... no single part of any of it seemed to work right ... trying to get it pulled into a functioning ...something resembling ... functionable.

In the meantime ...we had another child who was also emerging with tics and obsessions and compulsions ...who also had an immune deficiency requiring his own fair share of appointments and pulmonologist appointments.

Many times Benjamin's tics collided with Samuel's OCD ...and at that time you would thing that we were in Nagasaki Japan ... a nuclear war would have been quieter.
Yet ... no therapist , no doctor ..no psychologist seemed to be able to deal witht hat issue because they were Samuel's doctor or they were Benjamin's doctor or therapist ...

And I ... was imploding and exploding and my heart was shattering and I had no idea what I was doing ....

I'd go to these doctors and therapists and be told ...for what is wrong these kids are in remarkable shape! What are you doing?
I'd look at them and want to pull their eyes out. "I'm FAILING!"

I had no idea that I was in fact succeeding because I was caught up in the middle of the battle

No one was there for us as a FAMILY. They were MY doctor.
They were Samuel's doctor
They were Benjamin's doctor.
They were Don's doctor.

No one was able to deal with the fall out of the issues that effected us all ... I was doing everything and I thought I was failing at everything. I had nothing to see into the future. No one told me that these diseases effect the family, it's a family issue.

When I get my degree, and I go into practice ...and young mother brings her ticcing child to me and says ..."why is he moving his head like this and blinking?"
And I help her to understand that it's a misfiring of a brain signal called a tic, and it can be managed ...with medications ...and it's ok, because it's just a disorder called Tourette's ... and he's normal for a kid with Tourette's.
But that it's not just her child that's been effected, but she has as well, and her husband and her other children ...
and that she's not alone ...
and that there is a light at the end of the tunnel ...

And one day the child will be 18, going to college and she'll be looking back to when he was 7 and going "WOW! look at what a great kid I have!" And the time of diagnosis and learning to cope will have been a time of enjoying her child ... not a time of fear and exhaustion ... and fear of failure and fear of loosing one of those balls in the air!

If I can do that for just one person, just one mom, just one child, one family. I will consider this time worth it.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

It's here

So. I'm really doing it. School starts tomorrow Morning ... bright and early. Well, not tooo awful early, just at 9:30 ... I know myself well enough to not schedule anything earlier than that.

I learned the hard way when I was pregnant with Samuel and had a 8 am computer concepts class and 7 am Piano lab ... um ... Nope ...wasn't at school for either of them ... I was over the funny white thing in the bathroom that I stuck my face in every morning that a face was never meant to be.

So, morning classes ... YES .. EARLY morning classes ... not on my life. Miss Night Owl has learned a few things over the years.

I have Developmental Psychology Mondays and Wednesdays from 9:30 to 10:50
then I get to hustle two buildings over to get to
Humanities 2 ... 11:00 to 11:50 ... Monday Wednesday and Friday.
Fridays are nice, it's my only time.

Then, from 12 to 1 is ..what my family has teasingly called "my sacred hour"
My friend Teresa has no classes from 12 to 1 MWF ... and we, for the first time in 4 years will have time to sit and visit for an hour ...and Heaven help the family member that tries to interfere with that time! (Especially the family member who is on campus with me during that time and fancies himself friends with Teresa as well)
Although, one of Samuel's best friends from church also has a break in his schedule at that time, so I'm guessing Teresa and I will be safe from Samuel shannannigans.

Tuesday's and Thursdays I take Physical Science and Algebra.
oh the dreaded algebra. Why oh why did My mother let me dig in my heels as a 15 year old?

All is water under the bridge now, I must face the music and take it.
Physical Science is from 9:30 to 10:50 Tuesday and Thursday. Then the lab for Pys sci is on Tuesday only from 11:00 to 1:30 (No break between them except to change class rooms)

Then my algebra is 2:30 to 3:50. Tuesday and Thursday.

Thursday I can come home between classes ... Tuesdays I'll be stuck there all day, with barely an hour to catch lunch at 2:30.

After I finish visiting with Teresa ... (and i'm fully recovered from this cough) I will go spend and hour or so in the gym MWF and at some point on Thursdays.)
I'll get an hour PE credit (required credit) but by doing it this way ... I don't enroll in a PE class ..and i get the credit for it! Since I was planning on doing it anyway ... hey hey!

I had tried to talk Teresa into going and working out with me, but alas ...

I am hoping that Samuel's friend from church talks Samuel into using that hour at the gym....

All in all ... most of my books purchased (yeouch ... $425 for 3 classes?)
and all my supplies ... and ...
Now all I have to do is stay healthy ...and concentrate ...and ... keep putting one foot in front of the other till it's done.

Going to see how this function works
Multiple Student Schedules are displayed if your enrolled courses have different begin and end dates. Classes which have not yet been scheduled or have time conflicts are listed below the schedule.

Peggikaye Eagler

Fall 2008 Credit Classes
16 Week Session: 8/18/2008 to 12/12/2008 Time Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday
09:30AM PSY -2023 SE 1115 PSC -1114 SE 8244 PSY -2023 SE 1115 PSC -1114 SE 8244
10:00AM PSY -2023 SE 1115 PSC -1114 SE 8244 PSY -2023 SE 1115 PSC -1114 SE 8244
10:30AM PSY -2023 SE 1115 PSC -1114 SE 8244 PSY -2023 SE 1115 PSC -1114 SE 8244
11:00AM HUM -2223 SE 3111 PSC -1114 SE 8176 HUM -2223 SE 3111 HUM -2223 SE 3111
11:30AM HUM -2223 SE 3111 PSC -1114 SE 8176 HUM -2223 SE 3111 HUM -2223 SE 3111
12:00PM PSC -1114 SE 8176
12:30PM PSC -1114 SE 8176
02:00PM MTH -0013 SE 8241 MTH -0013 SE 8241
02:30PM MTH -0013 SE 8241 MTH -0013 SE 8241
03:00PM MTH -0013 SE 8241 MTH -0013 SE 8241

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Marco ... Polo ....

After playing marco polo for several rounds with the post office ..bouncing back to me THREE times ... Zippy finally made it to his destination!

He's in California with Doc Gurly! Check it out, he's having a blast out there!

Saturday, August 02, 2008

Fun With Zippy

As I've shared a few times, I had the pleasure of the visit of a little lobster. He stayed with me for a few weeks while Dr. Rob went on vacation. So I got to take lots and lots and lots of pictures. (almost 100 in total! The last roll got turned in today to the photo lab!)

It was a lot of fun taking Zippy around town and asking people to pose with him. http://picasaweb.google.com/Peggikaye/FunWithZippy/photo#5216268753603093154Taking pictures of some of Tulsa's unique ..um ... landmarks. (large people?)But it was extra special to me, given that the cause lands near and dear to my heart.

Please take a few minutes and go and read Zippy's website. Start back at the beginning ... start at the first page and see Zippy's start ..and have fun with him ... and then go to Zippy's donation page and make a donation to help fight brain cancer. Then go and purchase some Zippy merchandise that says "Zippy loves kids"

Get the word out that Zippy loves kids!
Because Zippy never again wants to have to sit beside the grave of another child like Kylie's.