Day 286. Something’s Fishy

What are you afraid of?  There’s got to be something.  I’m afraid of heights.  So one thing’s for sure.  You will NEVER catch me washing windows for a living.  Or zipliningwalking a tightrope.  Or bungee jumping.  No siree!  Not even if a gun was pointed at my head.

Now zip lining.  That looks like fun.  It’s something I’d like to try.  Of course I say that with my feet planted firmly on the ground.  Whether I’d ever have the balls to do it is a whole other story.  But I think it would be very cool.

Let’s see.  What else am I afraid of?  Needles used to do it for me.  But I had to have so many different shots when I went to India I got over it.  I wanted to take the trip so badly I overcame my fear.  I’ll bet that’s pretty common.  I think we have the power to talk ourselves into and out of most anything.

When I would have thought I’d be scared, I wasn’t.  The terrorist attacks in Mumbai took place less than two weeks Continue reading

Day 247. Scary Moment

Did you hear me wailing yesterday morning?  Sorry if I disturbed you.  Or woke you up.  Didn’t realize how loud I was.  My trust in technology is iffy, even on a good. Terrified Woman Screamingday.  Same with my comfort level.

And for what seemed like a very long time but, was in fact, less then ten minutes, life was not looking good.  No, it was not.  It was looking like it was going to turn out to be a bad day.  A very bad day.

Got up, same as usual, and headed to my computer to write and post my blog.  It was just much earlier than I get up every other day, because I have to be at the hospital at 8:00 a.m.  Tuesday is my volunteer day.  Anyway, everything started out fine.  Turned it on and got started.  Headed straight for my dashboard.  A-ok.

Wrote my post.  Uploaded my image.  Saved my draft.  Comme d’habitude.  Nothing out of the ordinary.

Well, truth be told, I did get a warning just prior to my starting to write my blog.  I should have realized something was amiss.  But I paid it no heed.  Big mistake on my part.

Someone had left a comment on one of my blog posts overnight.  I always respond, so I figured I’d do that first.  My first attempt failed.  Got some message full of gibberish.  So I clicked off and then tried again.  Success.  I do remember, in Continue reading

Day 176. Handling Anxiety

Yesterday I watched part of a Charlie Rose interview with Dustin Hoffman.  Just a month or so ago he (Hoffman) became a Kennedy Center Honoree.  Plus anxietythe movie he directed, Quartet, was recently released, so they had a lot to talk about.

When the discussion turned to Hoffman, the actor, he said something that struck a chord with me.  That actors are observers.  Of course they are.  And so are writers.  We have to be.  Otherwise we would never be able to create characters and story lines our readers could identify with.

Today is a volunteer day for me.  On Tuesdays I volunteer at a hospital here, in Toronto.  There are three areas where I help out.  An elective surgery recovery room, palliative care and a surgical waiting room.  All areas where patients and their families are under a lot of stress.  Emotions run high and everyone is anxious and scared.

I’ve been doing it for four years now, always in the same areas, and I’ve had a chance to observe a lot of different people; and how they handle their anxiety.  They’re all different.  Because of how long they can take, I spend the most time, in the surgical waiting room, with those who have friends or family members having surgery.

For the most part, these are complicated, serious operations.  They can last anywhere from a couple of hours, to more than eight or ten.  Sometimes even longer.  It’s here these ‘loved ones’ wait for news.  It’s here the doctors Continue reading

Day 129. Frightened? Why?

At some time in our lives, we’re all afraid of something. At least I think it happens to all of us. There’s all kinds of fear, of course. Some ‘fears’ are usually classified, by ‘professionals’, as scaredphobias. Those ‘persistent’ fears we go to all lengths to avoid. I’m afraid of spiders, snakes and heights. What’s your diagnosis? Fear? Or phobia?

Makes no difference to me, really. I don’t like them. And I do avoid them. And I don’t want to go into therapy to confront them, or conquer them. I’m perfectly happy living without them. While at one of my jobs, years ago, we had a huge party at the CN Tower. It was for clients. It was at their revolving restaurant, which is 351 metres (1,151 feet) high. The equivalent of 114 stories.

Yes, yikes!!

There’s a glass floor and high speed glass elevators. What an ideal location, for someone like me. An acrophobic. I was part of the senior management team at the

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