Where to Go from Discovery

(Re-post from 2/22/15)

I think that one of the reasons that I liked Star Trek: Next Generation (I HATED the original) is because the explorers were encouraged “To Boldly Go Where No One Has Gone Before”. Gene Roddenberry was a genius! If today’s governments only looked to the Prime Directive that he wrote:

“As the right of each sentient species to live in accordance with its normal cultural evolution is considered sacred, no Star Fleet personnel may interfere with the healthy development of alien life and culture. Such interference includes the introduction of superior knowledge, strength, or technology to a world whose society is incapable of handling such advantages wisely. Star Fleet personnel may not violate this Prime Directive, even to save their lives and/or their ship unless they are acting to right an earlier violation or an accidental contamination of said culture. This directive takes precedence over any and all other considerations, and carries with it the highest moral obligation.”

I woke up today (2/15) with the thought of discovery versus colonization running wild through my head. The thought came with green trees and beautiful blue beaches and a fleet of assholes intent on mastering everything therein. Yes, I firmly believe that Italy should have had Columbus assassinated before he made it to Spain. But I am also very much aware that if it hadn’t been Spain it would have been another group of assholes who pillaged, plundered and raped my homeland (and they want to talk about how the Vikings were barbarians…give me a fucking break!).

So then I look inside, to what my physical body is doing. I concentrate on the physical at the moment because my Spirit has been dancing since I watched the “Life Loves You” video on louisehay.com. It was good and simple. I highly recommend it.

But back to the physical body. I have taken inventory of aches and pains and realized that many of them are “service-connected” and that I have been ignoring them because the thought of going to the people who are supposed to be treating them makes me want to punch someone. That indifferent bunch of bureaucratic assholes couldn’t begin to give a fuck about their patients. They will keep you pacified with medication so they don’t have to deal with you, procrastinate way past the time that he cows come home and then apologize when something that was simple when you first went to them is now an issue of epic proportions.

When my doctor said that she needed to order a 2nd MRI to compare to the one that the first tech made such a fuss about and asked me if I wanted to have it done by that same organization my response was an unabashed , “HELL NO!” Seriously, I would have turned tricks to pay for the thing before I went back to them.

So where does that leave me? I am dealing with it, that’s where it leaves me.

And then today (2/22/14) I arranged for a couple’s massage for me and the hubby. It being our 2nd anniversary, it seemed appropriate.

I swear, I felt knots unknotting. It was amazing. I chose peppermint aromatherapy. My favorite is lavender; eucalyptus would have been amazing for my sinuses. But I thought we’d be going to the zoo afterwards and energy would be good. Long story short, we were so relaxed that we didn’t go to the zoo. Instead we went to the Chinese restaurant at Pike Place. They have THE best food I’ve had at a restaurant since I moved to Wonderland. Like my baby sister said, the place is small, but it’s very fancy (she said it much more colorfully—she reminds me so much of me!). They are so good that even their fortune cookies are delectable. I was reminded of a time when I was little when Dad went to our then favorite Chinese restaurant back home (Wah Sen, it’s closed now) and bought a bagful of fortune cookies for the two of us to share. XD

Then since I’m feeling very relaxed the thought that I forgot to order the refill for my shots popped into my head. I would freak out, but thankfully they do next-day delivery and I have enough of them to last me halfway through the week, so let me keep fingers and toes crossed when I call them first thing tomorrow morning. 🙂

I rotate the injection site daily, and I think that some spots are getting used to the daily pricks. But some spots still hurt a lot! I try to remember to go into it lighthearted. I mean, I think that when I go into the process angry, stressed or frustrated is when it hurts. Something to remember and keep track of, I think. No angry pricks!

My grandmother would say, “¡Ay Irmita, tu no cambias!” (as in, “oh [little]Irma, you don’t change!). And inevitably I would reply, “That’s part of the charm, Grandma!” LOL



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