Archive | March 20, 2015

Adventures in trying to breathe

I’m having so much fun! Not! I finally called the sub dr since mine was in a car accident and got him to prescribe some cough medicine since I was about to break ribs, don’t laugh, I’ve knocked ribs off my sternum from coughing in the past, it hurts. After about 30 questions he gave me what I wanted which was nice since I usually have to repeat my drug allergies a few times that yes, I’m allergic to both codeine and acetaminophen AKA anything with AP or Tylenol. I wanted Tessalon perles, it’s the only thing I’ve ever found that works. I had them send it to the closest Wahlgreens, I’m glad I called them before I went. No Wahlgreens in the area had it but the woman was nice enough to find the closest Rite Aid that had it. Adventures in allergic reaction prevention. It turns out a lot of people rely on it because they can’t take codeine and this is that season. If I don’t use all this I’m going to hoard it for next time.

I went to bed about 9 and just after 10 I woke up dreaming someone was choking me and I couldn’t breathe, that was also fun and for some reason the kitten decided that was the moment to try and climb the screen on the window over the driveway. It’s two floors straight down to the cement and she just wouldn’t stop, of course, a person yelling at you while coughing isn’t worthy of being paid attention to, dumb human. Because I had coughed and choked myself into a conscious state I checked my email and found out M was in the ER because her trach was giving her problems and may have been infected. So not a happy wake up. Took a long time to go back to sleep and stop coughing. So today I’m back at work and being treated like a leper even though one of them probably gave it to me last week.

Flameshift for Mary and Denise and for me

Every day and every night that I say the geneology of Brighid
I shall not be killed
I shall not be harmed
I shall not be put into a cell
I shall not be wounded

No fire, no sun, no moon shall burn me
No lake, no water, no sea shall drown me.

For I am the child of Poetry,
Poetry, child of Reflection,
Reflection, child of Meditation,
Meditation, child of Lore,
Lore, child of Research,
Research, child of Great Knowledge,
Great Knowledge, child of Intelligence,
Intelligence, child of Comprehension,
Comprehension, child of Wisdom,
Wisdom, child of Brighid.
Carmina Gaedelica edited by Lunea Weatherstone

May my words be as considered as poetry,
May I reflect on all I do or say,
May I meditate on those things important spiritually
May I seek to know more of the lore
May I research what I am curious about and what will enable me to grow
May I seek to know great knowledge,
May I acknowledge the intelligence of others
May I comprehend what I seek to learn and apply those lessons
May I know that seeking wisdom is not the same as being wise.
May I be a child of Brighid.

SelfBlessing is by me

Brighid, bean-oirdheirc
Lasrach grad
Fetaim lasrach soillse
Thoir cuireadh sinne
ris a’ bheatha
mhaireannach`

Brighid, Sublime Woman
Quick flame
Long may you burn bright!
You give us the invitation
to life everlasting.

Today’s reading

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  Endurance
Five of Stones

The inner strength and courage to protect yourself and survive the challenges of life. This may mean a withdrawal from trauma to focus emotional power.

… watching lightning strike the home, the emotional centre.

Temporary withdrawal, looking on, unsure of how best to handle the situation.

This inactivity initially taken as self-protection, can become over-passivity.