Tuesday, June 22, 2021

Energized!

I was a whirlwind of energy and action yesterday morning; I was up and at it at 4:15 am, revelling at the wonderfully comfortable temperature of the early morning (19°). I watered all the gardens (that takes an hour and uses a lot of water), did a load of laundry, thoroughly cleaned one bathroom, vacuumed the whole house as well as doing a myriad of other small domestic tasks—all before going on a walk with my lady friends.

When I got back from the walk, I mowed the lawns and, as I worked, I saw things to do everywhere. I desperately need to weed the front yard. Giant weeds are growing in it and I want to dig them all up and rid the lawn of Fir cones. I also edged everywhere.

I was thinking of going for an adventure to Vancouver, Victoria or the big island, but instead, I think I’ll just keep at the gardening until I get my second shot and get Pinecone Park into tip top shape. I will enjoy doing that in this ideal weather.

It took hours to mow, rake and edge the north and front lawns, and to collect all the cut grass, twigs and cones for dumping into the forest. I also weed whacked the courtyard and, by 12:30 I was exhausted. (Remember, I’d started in earnest at 4:15!) I took a break, but rather than being idle, I started typing up a list of all the books I’ve bought since I started binge reading due to the pandemic. The list will prevent me from buying books twice, which I’ve already done four (!) times.

I got a good start on the list and then went back to mowing the lawns—this time all the backyard lawns, and when that was done, at 2:00, I quit, washed and got my book and settled onto the chaise longue to read until our afternoon walk. I got a lot done and earned my rest. Whoa, I was beat when I quit. But it felt great to have had so productive a day.

Today will be like yesterday. Energized by the sun and warmth, I’ll work on the yard for as long as I can all day. It’s something I hope to do every day this week so that Pinecone Park positively shines with order and then, next week, I can have an adventure when I go to the big island for my second shot.

The first of my decent crop of Raspberries are ripe, but next year is going to be an even richer harvest because zillions of new canes have grown. And my Blueberry and Strawberry crops are going to be wonderfully abundant. I’m very glad I switched to berries from vegetables in my edible garden.

My curtain for the studio doors has been drying for two weeks and it’s still not ready to hang. Thank goodness I have mellowed with age and have the patience for this project.
















Monday, June 21, 2021

Revelations from Stanford


Every second of Sunday was awesome! 

Instead of walking in the dark or speckled light of our trails, I took Her Highness to the water for the big sky and the sound of the sea. We went, bright and early in the morning, to Drumbeg, and headed to the side of the bay in sunshine. We walked west on the sheets of sandstone on the shore, climbed the shallow cliff and headed back from whence we’d come on the trail that weaves through Arbutus, Oak, Elm, Plumb and Maple trees.

That’s where I came upon a handsome, thickly bearded and naked man sitting on a fallen tree and pondering the forest. He was, I estimate, in his early thirties, olive skinned, mighty fit and warm and welcoming. He didn’t explain his nudity in a provincial park, and I was too shy to ask. I was committed to acting non-plussed. 

As I walked on, I felt I’d let myself down. I felt miffed that I’d immediately been adrift in a sea of embarrassment the instant I saw him, whereas he conducted himself with complete equanimity. It was impossible to go farther into thought about my pathetic response to my encounter with Mr. Nude; the beauty of the park yesterday morning, so warm and clear made it impossible to do anything but marvel and nature’s majesty.

I next went to Silva Bay where I met Jay and we had an early brunch on the lawn. It was Market Day at Silva Bay and so after we ate, we visited all the booths and chatted with several vendors. It was so Gabriola; I felt wonderful seeing creative people hawking their wares and everyone having such a good time. 

When I got home, I returned to thinking about why I was so embarrassed to encounter Mr. Nude. What kind of person experiences an emotional tsunami of shame when he, a known homosexual, comes across an entirely beautiful naked man in the forest? Pondering that was a good prelude to what happened next yesterday.

And that was watching a presentation on Functional Neurological Disorder (FND) by two experts from Stanford University. I signed up curious, but I had absolutely no expectations, but very, very quickly, I was hooked.

They about the history of FND first. When Hippocrates saw men with my symptoms, he placed the blame on conflict with their environments; when he saw it in women, he believed their uterus had moved into different parts of the body, causing their symptoms, and he called them hysterics—they suffered from hysteria. The dominant symptom being psychogenic non-epileptic seizures (PNES).

The Salem witches are considered to have had FND.

Freud re-named hysteria, calling it convergence or dis-associative disorder. ‘Convergence” referring to the connection between the motor nature of the symptoms and an extreme emotional state.

The Diagnostics and Statistics Manual, DSM, is medicine’s line of holy grails. The fifth edition named my condition FND. At this point of my life, this medical genealogy means more to me than my bloodline. Their definition of FND fits me to a tee.

Yo bro, I be like one white witch, ya’all!

Then they talked about symptoms. Every time they made a statement, they’d project a slide with the statement in large type across the top of the screen. Below it there were several points which the doctors went over. Most things were presented with percentages. For example: 65% of people diagnosed with FND have psychogenic non-epileptic seizures, and most of us have another issue such as, in my case, severe anxiety.

Other things the doctors said:

  • Other dominant symptoms are mobility or speech issues.  
  • 40% of people with FND are over their symptoms in 6 months. Others lose their symptoms through various treatments within a year.
  • A statistically large group of people diagnosed with FND have a history with childhood trauma and emergent symptoms following an illness, injury or emotional shock later in life. (My speech started failing right after my heart attack.)
  • What began as a woman’s disorder is increasingly afflicting men—particularly soldiers returning from war.
  • Because so many people recover after diagnosis and with treatment, Psychiatrists wait for years before diagnosing people with FND. Dr. Shoja changed my diagnosis from PTSD to FND after five years together.
  • In response to Freud’s convergence or dis-associative theory, the Western medical fraternity established the science of psychiatry. FND is the mother of psychiatry! Us witches, we got recognized, ya’all!

The points I mention above are the those that resonated with me and that cinched my conviction for membership in the FDN club, an elite group comprised of .05% of the population.

After that, I skyped with dear friends from my theatre days: My logical family. Then, Sheba and I went to Sandwell Park and, oh my God, it was just the greatest I’d felt in a long, long time. I could see Mount Baker looming like Fuji. It takes my breath away every time I can see it. It’s so f’ing HUGE. And it has an iconic shape. And, tiny in the distance: Mt. Rainier. I can’t believe I live here. I can’t believe I have easy access to such breath-taking beauty.

And another handsome dark-haired man: this one in a bathing suit. And with a dog and we chatted briefly and then Her Highness and I walked along the spit under a hot, hot sun. As I lay in bed last night, I felt that, to use a cliché, all the loose ends were woven back into the fabric of my life by the presentation I’d attended online. As time has passed, my symptoms have evolved, and so has my understanding of the condition and how to live with it.

I consider myself truly comfortable now because I can explain everything. It truly is like finding a family, belonging to the FND community. I saw myself clearly in the words of their presentation. I got an ‘I’m not alone’ reassurance. And more importantly, I got knowledge and statistics with which to explain myself to medical professional like some I’ve encountered who think they know everything but less than me about FND.

I did no yard work at all yesterday. I had too much to do and to think about. Today I will get out there mowing and watering, harvesting and freezing Rhubarb and transplanting—and all the while pondering what to do with the wasteland. 
















Sunday, June 20, 2021

Just Another Day

At 11:00 yesterday morning, the sky cleared, so I was back at work in the yard. And—miracle of miracles—I got a good start on the wasteland. I have a feeling that I’m going to seed it with grass come Fall. I have the Summer to work on it and to think about what I want to do. 

I’ve landscaped almost the entire yard, but I’ve always had a front yard and backyard wasteland. The one in the backyard bothers me because it’s in my face every day; the front yard unfinished land is an effective screen between my house and the street, so it doesn’t bother me.

It got hot and muggy in the afternoon, so I quit working early, had a bath and then did some reading. Dwight called a couple of times and, as we always do, we were instantly into interesting conversations. He says that he and Laura and, perhaps, their daughter Natalia, will come visit now that the health boundaries are open.

And Steve, my ex, is very keen to visit if the US/Canadian border is opened. He wants to come in August and there is a possibility it could happen. There is a chance the border will be opened as of July 21.

Today will pass quickly as I have so much to do. The gardens need water and the lawns need mowing, plus I have a brunch date with Jay at the Firetruck food truck in Silva Bay late this morning and a Zoom call with theatre friends at 2:30.

It’s a beauty of a day and predicted to be hot.