Third Person Health Story Post #HAWMC

Posted by Connie on Wednesday, April 25th, 2012 at 11:17 am and is filed under Blogging, Chronic Illness.
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Prompt: Third person post. Write about a memory you have but describe it using the third person. Use as many sensory images (sights, sounds, textures, etc.) as you can. Don’t use “I” or “me” unless you include dialogue.

The nurse was preoccupied with beeping monitors, tangled IV tubings and deciphering labs. The unshaven husband was by the patient’s bedside. He’d sit down for a few minutes then suddenly feel the need to move around, to break free of his fear. Up out of his seat, he’d walk around the room, looking at the same framed picture of an idyllic lake scene, switching the TV channels and stretch his aching back. He would refrain  from asking the nurse when she expected his wife to wake up again, although that’s all he could think about.

Not the type to scare easily, he was startled when the noise of the commentator’s voice came on the TV that there was breaking news. “Now what?” he muttered under his breath. Shortly, the nurse came to look at what was going on.

A scene of New York City, with crowds of people in the streets appeared on the screen. It was easy to be afraid without a word being said. The sight was all too familiar. The voices from the TV blurted that there was an extensive blackout with no known cause. The husband finally spoke to the nurse in a questioning voice, “Terrorists. That’s all we need now.” She patted him on the arm. “We’re safe.”

A movement from the bed was heard. First an arm moved, and then the patient’s eyes were opening and shutting. The nurse spoke quietly, “You can keep your eyes closed if it’s more comfortable. Your husband is here and you’re doing just fine.”

“I can’t see! Why is it so dark?” More squirming and tugging on the IV, not intended to do harm, but there was a loss of understanding. Fear was overwhelming the patient. The husband caressed her face, told her the surgery was done. She was fine. Slowly the fidgeting ceased.

A few hours passed and the patient attempted to speak, but it sounded like she was drunk, all slurred and sloppy. The nurse explained that the anesthesia and the pain medicine were making it difficult to talk. The patient tried to open her eyes again and when she did, everything was a blur. She began to cry. It was just her and the nurse and no matter what the nurse said, she couldn’t stop crying.

The patient was thinking that she had this surgery to clear up her double vision, to help her keep her eyes open, to help make her speech clearer. And it didn’t work.

Side note: This is the story of the day I had my thymus removed in a surgery called a thymectomy. It is done to help reduce symptoms of Myasthenia Gravis. I did end up speaking much better and my droopy eye and double vision improved greatly. I spent about 10 days in the hospital. Full recovery took about 3 months.

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Hercules the Mascot of Myasthenia Gravis #HAWMC

Posted by Connie on Tuesday, April 24th, 2012 at 9:30 am and is filed under Blogging, Chronic Illness.
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Prompt: Health Mascot. Give yourself, your condition, or your health focus a mascot. Is it a real person? Fictional? Mythical being? Describe them. Bonus points if you provide a visual!

HerculesMy choice for the mascot for Myasthenia Gravis is Hercules.

  1. Weakness is one of the main symptoms in Myasthenia Gravis (MG). Hercules has amazing strength.
  2. Those of us who have MG are often called snowflakes. Our symptoms vary a great deal. Hercules was both god and mortal – very unique.
  3. It can take a long time to diagnose Myasthenia Gravis. Hercules didn’t learn about his strength until he was a man.
  4. This disease does its best to do us in. Some of us have trachs, some have been in crises, and some of have trouble swallowing our food. Hercules’ mother tried to kill him, even when he was a baby, but he survived.
  5. Those of us with MG feel left out. Our disease is often unknown, even to doctors. We may look alright, but our bodies are weak. Hercules lived with a mortal family, but didn’t feel that he fit in. He was too strong and hurt others, even his own family.
  6. We have difficulties every day. Some can be as minor as our eyelid drooping, or our arms are too weak to brush our hair. Sometimes my head feels too heavy and I have to lean it back on my chair or lie down. We find ways to deal with what MG has given us. Hercules was given 12 tasks to complete (the 12 labors of Hercules) to gain his freedom. It took him 12 years to do, but he finished them.
  7. Those of us with Myasthenia Gravis are stubborn. We are amazing, loving people who want to help others who are given the same diagnosis. We cry along with them and wipe away their tears. We rejoice when they are out of crisis and a treatment is working. Hercules was given the ultimate gift for work. He was made immortal and went to live with the gods when done with his life on earth.

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Health Madlb Poem #HAWMC

Posted by Connie on Saturday, April 21st, 2012 at 9:52 pm and is filed under Blogging.
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Prompt: Health Madlib Poem. Go to: and fill in the parts of speech and the site will generate a poem for you. Feel free to post the Madlib or edit it to make it better.

I have no clue how to fix this. So here it is in all of it’s glory.

all in expensive

All in expensive went my muscle jumping
on a sleepy camera of helpless
into the dizzy rabbit .

shallow cute wallet ed filthy and ing
the talented calendar before.

sweaty be they than melted phone
the juicy charming calendar
the charming talented calendar .

shallow charming cake at a naughty nurse
the strong hotel before.

laptop at daughter went my muscle jumping
jumping the hinge down
into the dizzy rabbit .

shallow cute wallet ed filthy and ing
the nutty chicken before.

ancient be they than tense charming credit card
the cute naughty calendar
the creepy filthy n calendar .

shallow creepy skeleton at a helpless fish
the wide zoo before.

television at file went my muscle jumping
jumping the hospital down
into the dizzy rabbit .

shallow cute wallet ed filthy and ing
the wide store before.

puzzled be they than gentle book
the enthusiastic smooth calendar
the yummy prickly calendar .

shallow yummy water at the expensive hospital
the prickly pickle before.

All in expensive went my muscle jumping
on a sleepy camera of helpless
into the dizzy rabbit .

shallow cute wallet ed filthy and ing
my pencil point shoot television before.

- Connie & e.e. cummings

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Book Phrase Post #HAWMC

Posted by Connie on Wednesday, April 18th, 2012 at 11:12 pm and is filed under Blogging.
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Prompt: Open a book. Choose a book and open it to a random page and point to a random phrase. Use that phrase to get you writing today. Write for 15 or 20 without stopping.

The Book: When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit by Judith Kerr

The Phrase: The sun has now disappeared completely and it was dusk. It was hard to see the water and the boat sped through it, except for the foam which flashed white in which little light there was.

As I walked along the pier, I wondered what I would do next. I was alone as alone as I’d felt in forever. There were no tears left, just fear. How would I survive? That thought caused me to stumble and as I caught myself my body went limp. The emotions were overwhelming. But I had to continue on, this night and all of the nights ahead of me.

I picked up my pace and walked off the wooden pier to the small town. It was late and quiet and I was lost in thought. A man selling fresh fish was closing down his stall. I stopped to ask if I could buy something. My stomach was growling. He wrapped up some small sardines and some other small fish and gave them to me waving away the cash I tried to give him. Could he see my sadness, my dread? I thanked him and walked on to reach my home, wondering if I’d have the energy to cook a meal for myself.

When I arrived home and opened my door, I gasped. The room looked so large without my husband and daughter sitting by the light reading. Instead it was a massive, cold place, where I wanted to escape from, not walk into. Forcing those thoughts out of my mind, attempting to erase them, I shuffled in and went to the kitchen. While pouring myself a glass of water, I started the stove. The cooking began and was done out of routine. Placed on one plate instead of three, I ate by the light and read. I missed the conversation, the laughter, the togetherness. And felt abandoned. Tomorrow I will imagine my family making a home for me. Tonight I will sleep on my side of the bed expecting my husband’s warm body to lie down on the other side.




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Health Blog Writing Style #HAWMC

Posted by Connie on Sunday, April 15th, 2012 at 7:20 pm and is filed under Blogging.
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Prompt: Writing with Style. What’s your writing style? Do words just flow from your mind to your fingertips? Do you like handwriting first? Do you plan your posts? Title first or last? Where do you write best?

Since I write for various blogs, I have different writing styles, sometimes my style changes with specific posts. It depends on the subject matter, especially how personal what I’m going to share. For this blog in particular, I often have to do research. Although I’m not an expert, I attempt to educate others about specific health conditions. Those topics are often based on current events or monthly awareness activities. These are not the type of posts that I enjoy writing, but I know they serve a purpose. My personal health posts where I share about what is going on with my condition, both physically and mentally are much easier to write. They often flow.

Writing Quote

With all of my health writings, I have difficulty thinking about a title. I’m wordy, in case you haven’t been able to tell yet. Narrowing down my thoughts to a few words and thinking about SEO is a chore, but I usually write a title first. I very rarely write my posts by hand as my handwriting is terrible now. I’d probably have trouble understanding it later. The only exception to this, is when I take notes at a conference or when a thought crosses my mind. My typing is too slow to capture information I need.

Planning posts is a must! I use an editorial calendar and include notable awareness posts by month. Because of the amount of writing that I do, staying organized is not only helpful but a necessary evil. Although sitting on my couch in the middle of the house isn’t the best place to focus, I’d rather know what is going on with my family. If I have intensive work to do, my home office is where I sit so I can concentrate without interruption.

There’s really no definite answer to today’s prompt. But instead of sounding wishy washy, I know that the ability to change and feel comfortable with it is helpful to deal with my health. Accepting change and going with the flow are two important coping skills.