Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Skinny Jeans...kind of

Had a stay in hospital last week. The reason is not important. Well, it is to me, just not for this blog right now.

So on the second day, for good behavior they give me new pajamas to wear. A cotton johnny (hate that word) and pajama bottoms. The johnny size is Hippo, the bottoms are size Starbucks Tall and Skinny.
Thus proving, laying down I really do look like a Victoria Secret model.

Inside the bathroom, resembling an airplane bathroom, I get a shock in the mirror to see I resemble my Great times a thousand Grandmother, who lived in the Stoneage times. My hair is sticking out in all directions, my lips are turtle like and folding in one one another. Somewhere there are blue eyes peeking out from the red and black. Plus I am bloated like a puffer fish.

My efforts to get closer to glamorous were laughable and my attempt to get the Tall Skinnies on were painful. Its hard to maneuver when you are attached to wires and a pole. Then I start to laugh, then I drop the heart monitor and then I hear a nurse banging on the bathroom door because my heart alarm is going off.
She is trying to open the door as I'm trying to wedge my dignity. Does my bum look big in this, does not even come into play, as my bum could not even get into it!!

"Mrs.S, you must get back into bed, your heart rate is too high". I'm now sweating, bright red while being pulled to bed by a 12 year old nurse who can't lift me into bed to save her life, let alone safe mine!

"Your pulse is so high" child nurse panics.

The Tall Skinnies ripped and then I farted, which is not something I like to do in view of my public. My whole image of being that Soap Opera hospital patient dispersed in ten seconds.

Everyone farts in hospital and nobody says anything. I'm surprised there are not explosions with all the chemicals around. Even my sitter came in, sat down, got out her knitting and belched loudly. By the end of my visit I had a good rendition of "Jingle Bells" under my belt. So that's something new to share on Christmas Day.

Monday, December 13, 2010

Miracles

There were days in London when my friend Helene and I would sit on the floor cutting magazines, scribbling with crayons and sharing positive affirmations. We were early thirties and you can do stuff like that when you are a fan of SARK.

Here in the States I completed a Dream Boogie program with her to encourage my creativity to come out again. It is working by the way.

Sark had sent us a challenge to record what happened when we used one of her transformation tools.

I chose to welcome in miraculous people. Now its a good idea to be out in the open to do this. Go for a walk and with open arms say "Miraculous people, find me now."

I was having a blue day at my desk in work, so I asked for my miracle while in the bathroom!!! (I know that sounds so wrong!!)

I was expecting something would solve everything and provide all the answers. For example an old boyfriend arriving, now well and healthy with all the money I lent him plus a million! Or the producers from Working Title who I foolishly ran away from in London, saying at last we found you, lets make that movie.

None of those arrived. I had the FedEx woman, the landlord and the UPS man. So, I sulked, thinking these visitors are not miracles, then I wondered if they may have important things to share? Not just packages and fixing lights. I started to talk, ask questions and listen.

My bosses mum came by, a recent widow. We hugged and cried and talked. Truly talked, beyond can you believe the weather and what about the price of gas! She shared a wonderful piece of advice that I keep with me everyday, and to be honest, every minute when needed.

Finding myself last week in a frightening situation, I continued this process. The miracle occurred in my realization that the miraculous people I need right now are walking around me. That other people have stories, thoughts, support and ideas too, that can really help. A message does not need to appear in a burning bush. It can be shared by a person walking through.

It is you and I who are the miracles. Yes, George Clooney with an invite to IHop is also a miracle, as he too is a human being. If George did call right now I wouldn't know what to do! I believe the right miracles arrive at the right time. They may not be the ones we are craving and dreaming for, they will be the ones we need. They may not be able to cure the illness or take away the grieve, they will be able to offer the strength to take the next step.

As I open more and invite people in, so I will grow. Incidentally and wonderfully, one of the people I met last week, who helped me tremendously with such honesty and care, was a pretty lady called Angel.