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Friday, October 25, 2024

811... Medicine in a foreign land (May, 2024)

It started with a cold.  We’d driven 2700 miles from home, were staying in a hotel in Canada, and I felt miserable.  Coughing, running nose, wheezing.  I found the nearest pharmacy where I bought a box of Mucinex DM.  Then it was back to the hotel and falling asleep as the medication calmed the symptoms.  I awoke the next morning with the hope that it would be a quickly passing bug.  A fruitless hope.  The cold wasn’t subsiding.  While we’d planned to tour Montreal that day, and while we’d been looking forward to Montreal the whole way as we drove from the west, I wasn’t going anywhere that day.  We ordered room service, and the only food I could tolerate was the soup.  A second night of sweaty virus dreams while hoping the following day would be better. 

It wasn’t.  As I arose the next morning and went into the bathroom to shower, I coughed.  Just a regular, cold-induced cough to clear my chest.  I’d been coughing for a couple of days by then, so I thought nothing of it as it happened.  But this time, I felt a familiar pinch in my lower right back.  I’ve had issues with that muscle since the early ‘70s when I worked as a warehouseman.  That pinch told me that my back was about to become painful.  While I’ve experienced this for years, this time, though, what started as a pinch quickly became a searing stab.  I doubled over to relieve the tension on the affected muscle.  That reduced the pain.  But I found I couldn’t move any part of my body without radiating pain from that point in my back to everywhere.  If I moved either leg, the pain would stop me.  Even moving my hands to steady myself was exceedingly painful.  After a few minutes, I realized I was immobilized.  I called out to wake Mary for her help.

 

First, she tried to help me move.  But any movement exacerbated the pain.  With more time, my leg muscles were getting fatigued from my hunched position.  I needed a solution.  I could tolerate the pain of moving if that would bring some relief.  But going all the way to the floor seemed like a bad choice since I knew I wouldn’t rise again.  It would’ve been nice to have a wheelchair where I could collapse, and the thought of a wheelchair reminded me that the hotel room had an office chair.  Mary brought it to the bathroom door, positioned it, and I painfully pivoted so that I could slide into it while ignoring the tormenting pain.  It took a while, but I got into the chair.  After I fully landed, Mary pushed the chair back to the side of the bed.  It would take more agonizing movements.  With her help, I eventually landed on the bed – at an odd angle – but fully on the bed.  We weren’t going to see Montreal that day either. 

 

I spent the day taking some emergency pain pills that Mary had brought along.  If there’s a plus side to living with someone who suffers from fibromyalgia and rheumatoid arthritis, it’s that she travels with pain medications to cope with occasional flare-ups.  Those dulled the pain only slightly.  I remained immobile.  As the day proceeded, I found that I was trapped in place.  There was no evidence that I’d be able to leave the bed anytime soon.  I’d had back problems for years, but nothing like this.  I needed medical help.  However, we were in a foreign country with no understanding of the medical system.  We called the front desk, explained the situation, and asked the clerk what we should do.  The clerk explained that the province of Quebec has a special line to call.  We should call 811 where a nurse would answer and help us. 

 

We called and were greeted by a nurse who briefly took my medical history and got some critical details about my health, medications, and current condition.  I explained that I’d been taking Mary’s pain medications with little impact.  The nurse responded to ask if we had any muscle relaxants on hand.  She couldn’t tell me to take any of the muscle relaxants that Mary brought with her.  However, she could recommend that we obtain an over-the-counter muscle relaxant called Roboxin that contained methocarbamol, a medication that Mary knew because her physician had prescribed it for post-surgery the year before.  Robaxacet was a version of the same drug with acetaminophen added.  Both were available at any nearby pharmacy.

 

The nurse explained that I should try a muscle relaxant and wait for two hours.  If there was no improvement at that time, I should call 911 for on-scene emergency assistance.  She started a file so that, if necessary, EMTs would have preliminary information on me.  I hung up the phone, took one of the muscle relaxants that Mary had, and we waited.  Within two hours, I could move my arms and legs without initiating pain that previously streaked throughout my body.  The pill worked.  Within four hours, I could adjust my position on the bed so that I could sleep.  The next morning, I used the office chair by myself as a support to get up and get showered.  I was slow, but I could move well enough to get to the elevator and out to the parking lot.  A pharmacy nearby had walking canes, and I was able to drive to purchase a cane and some Robaxacet.  We extended our stay at the hotel to allow my back to get rested.  Between the rest and the medication, I became well enough to drive and finish the next 3,500 miles of our trip.  I walked with a cane for a few weeks afterward, and I was cautious about standing too much or twisting or lifting. 

 

The experience provided a few lessons.  Most importantly, the experience reinforced the value of what gets derided in the states as “socialized medicine.”  Quebec offers its 811 service to its residents, as well as to passers-through like me.  If I’d had a similar event in the U.S., I would’ve had to find a way to get to an urgent care center or hospital emergency room.  That would’ve been unimaginably painful to do.  It would’ve been impossible to do by ourselves and most likely would’ve required an ambulance.  If I’d gotten there, the expense to my insurance would’ve been much more than a box of pills and 30 minutes time by an RN.  Probably, if I’d been in the U.S., a call to the front desk where I explained that I was immobile would’ve meant a call to 911.  The costs of transporting me, and then the additional costs of emergency services would’ve been astronomical.  I then would’ve waited for hours while physicians ran a lot of expensive tests to confirm a diagnosis.  Finally, I would’ve been given an expensive, prescription muscle relaxant. 

 

Instead, I found relief in a few hours.  I spent no time in a hospital or urgent care clinic.  My private insurance and Medicare didn’t have to pay thousands of dollars.  The medication I needed was readily available without prescription – which makes sense since physicians, even in the U.S., have been prescribing methocarbamol since the 1950s.  It’s a safe, relatively inexpensive, and non-narcotic medicine that works well.  Quebec’s 811 system kept me free from lengthy, costly, and unnecessary treatments.  Because of it, I experienced quicker relief of my pain at a fraction of the cost that I would’ve incurred in the U.S. 

 

Now it’s someone else’s turn:  Tell me your story that proves the evils of socialized medicine. 

Tuesday, October 22, 2024

Living the golden rule

Just about everyone I know recognizes “the golden rule” about treating others like you want to be treated.  It’s fundamental to Christianity.  Like all simple ideas, though, there’s more to it.  According to the book of Luke (Luke 10:25-37), there are two basic rules to guarantee eternal life:  love god and love your neighbor as yourself.  Yes, there are other rules in Christianity to follow.  But the text in Luke reports that when Jesus was asked to explain how someone would live eternally, those are the two rules he identified.

The person who asked the question was a religious scholar.  He decided to set a rhetorical trap for Jesus.  He followed his original question about eternal life by asking Jesus to define who would qualify as a neighbor.  The answer gets lost when people glibly cite the golden rule.  Jesus’ response counters the selectivity that some folks seem to have when they consider whom they should love as they love themselves.  In response to the scholar, Jesus offered the parable of the good Samaritan. 

 

Today, the term “Samaritan” gets associated with good deeds and hospitals and charities because of that parable.  The word has lots of good connotations now.  In the times described by the gospel of Luke, however, the Jewish people whom Jesus was addressing generally disliked and distrusted Samaritans.  There was a history of enmity between the two groups that the contemporary listeners would immediately grasp.  Jesus selected the Samaritan as the good person in the parable to make a point.  That “neighbor” who should get treated as well as we’d like to be treated can be someone who’s completely opposite to us – and maybe even someone we dislike or fear.  The good Samaritan was a member of a despised group who took time from his day to help someone else who most likely hated him.  And it’s important to notice that the Samaritan took that action when two different religious people didn’t. 

 

Loving your neighbor as yourself isn’t, according to the text, about loving people like you.  It’s about treating others well despite your differences with them.  That puts a lot into perspective.  Someone who wants me to hate or fear others who are different than me isn’t practicing Christianity.  In case you don’t yet see the connection to our current situation, let me be clear:  Demonizing immigrants is anti-Christian.  Creating a political campaign that purposely lies to further those fears is anti-Christian.  That label applies to the people who create those stories and to the people who support them.  If you intend to follow biblical rules, it’s your role to help people who are different than you – to care for them as you would want to be.  If that doesn’t sound right, don’t take my word for it.  Go read. 

 

The parable and point are easy to understand when you read the parable completely.  If you read the whole context, you can’t miss the point.  Here’s the King James version of Luke 10:25-37:

 

25 And, behold, a certain lawyer stood up, and tempted him, saying, Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?

 

26 He said unto him, What is written in the law? how readest thou?

 

27 And he answering said, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.

 

28 And he said unto him, Thou hast answered right: this do, and thou shalt live.

 

29 But he, willing to justify himself, said unto Jesus, And who is my neighbour?

 

30 And Jesus answering said, A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead.

 

31 And by chance there came down a certain priest that way: and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side.

 

32 And likewise a Levite, when he was at the place, came and looked on him, and passed by on the other side.

 

33 But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him,

 

34 And went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him.

 

35 And on the morrow when he departed, he took out two pence, and gave them to the host, and said unto him, Take care of him; and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay thee.

36 Which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbour unto him that fell among the thieves?

37 And he said, He that shewed mercy on him. Then said Jesus unto him, Go, and do thou likewise.

Want to follow the teachings of Jesus?  Go and do thou likewise.

Thursday, September 5, 2024

Found Phone Message Slip from 1979… the childless dog guy responds

 

 

Before people were constantly available through cell phones, e-mail, SMS, and videoconferencing, it was often challenging to connect with someone during the workday.  If you worked at a job that wasn’t at a desk, especially, phone message slips were how you knew someone was trying to reach you.  People with phones at their desks had pads of these.  When they received a call for someone who wasn’t available, they’d take the message, write the important details on one of these slips, and pass it along to that person.  One that I received years ago is what’s pictured above.

 

In 1979, I was a maintenance mechanic at the Santa Cruz Sentinel newspaper (their logo is at the bottom of the slip).  I didn’t have a mailbox where I received messages because I didn’t need one.  Nobody called me at work.  I’d worked in an office before I left that job to become a full-time student (and a full-time maintenance mechanic).  So these slips weren’t foreign to me – they just weren’t something I received at this job.  Maybe Debbie (whose initials are on the slip) waited for me to walk through the office and flagged me down to give me the message.  Or she may have come to the basement where the shop was to hand the note to me since the caller was requesting a call-back within 15 minutes.  Now years later, I can’t recall.  However, this magenta piece of paper had enough impact that I kept it as a memento and just found it in a stored, forgotten box 45 years later.  This message turned out to be the start of a very long journey that I couldn’t have anticipated or planned.  That journey continues even now.

 

The caller was a high school principal I knew.  I’d just completed the requirements for a bachelor’s degree in English the week before, and he was looking for somebody to fill in as a substitute English teacher for someone on maternity leave.   As I later learned, although that teacher gave the school months of notice about her impending delivery, the principal hadn’t found a replacement.  He was calling me on the Monday that made this teacher’s absence real because he had no teacher assigned to her classes.  I returned the call and the principal asked me to come for an interview.  I took time away from work that week for the interview and was offered the job.  A week after the call, the Sentinel graciously allowed me to leave with no notice, and I was a high school English teacher.  From that time forward until now and without interruption, I’ve been employed in education as a teacher, administrator, researcher, or consultant.  That magenta slip of paper started it all.

 

In over 45 years since, I’ve had the privilege of connecting to thousands of lives.  Education is about helping people build their dreams.  I’ve worked in those 45 years in many roles, but at the core of all my work is the hope that one more person could build one more dream through my efforts.  That’s an unparalleled privilege that educators have.  This work has also given me the flexibility to evolve from a secondary English teacher into becoming a college instructor and later professor who prepared teachers, to being an administrator who helped shape institutions, to being a researcher and consultant whose work expanded beyond the impact that I had in one institution.  It’s a gift that life has given me, and it began with that magenta piece of paper.

 

In reflecting on that message slip, I feel pretty good about my professional life.  Yet there are evidently some who believe that I shouldn’t have been allowed to have it.  My wife and I’ve always had dogs, not cats, and I identify as male; but the message from the Republican vice-presidential candidate is clear:  If you don’t have children of your own, you don’t belong in education.  Aside from his misogynistic targeting of women in his remarks, the senator is, I assume, telling all of us who haven’t reproduced to stay out of education.  His premise seems to be that the experience of giving birth to and raising a child is a prerequisite to educating others.  I don’t have children, so I must be one of those dangerous indoctrinators the senator suggests should be excluded from working in education.  No one should’ve called me 45 years ago seeking to interview me for a job unless I had children or was willing to commit to having children.

 

Does the last sentence in the paragraph above read as weirdly as it was to write?  As I think back on the thousands of students whose lives intersected mine, the programs I helped to build, the ideas I helped to develop and disseminate, the institutions I helped shape and continue to support, I wonder how they would differ if I weren’t there.  I’m realistic about what I accomplished in each of these roles.  I taught secondary students for fewer than 180 hours in a year, and college students even fewer.  Given all else that happened in a person’s year, whatever impact I made was small.  The colleges and universities I helped manage or with which I’ve consulted have taken ideas I helped create and have evolved them well beyond where I left them.  And any article, book chapter, or book that I wrote has now become just one item in a long list of references in someone else’s writing.  But all those small impacts exist.  Whatever anyone believes about me or my work, that work would not have existed if I’d been excluded from education – if the principal from 45 years ago would’ve decided I was unqualified from consideration because of my parental status.

 

Governor Walz is right to label these kinds of ideas as “weird.”  Until now, I’ve not had someone challenge my career choice because I wasn’t a parent.  Actually, I’ve experienced the opposite as the people I’ve been honored to serve allow me into their lives as I celebrated their successes, counseled them through disappointments, attended their performances, participated their life milestone events, or shared their confidences.  That doesn’t make me a parent.  I didn’t walk the floor holding them as they struggled with whooping cough, or worry about whether they were getting the right nutrition as they grew, or stay up waiting for them after a late night.  But many of my former students and former colleagues found a place in their lives for me, and I’ve found a place in my life for them.  If I hadn’t returned that phone call 45 years ago, I wouldn’t have those connections.  And that ability to connect with others, to share in their lives and they in mine, seems a much better metric of who should be in education.  It’s definitely a better metric than a procreation test. 


Friday, June 21, 2024

Commandments in Chief

I wrote this some time back, but the recent Louisiana legislation mandating the posting of The 10 Commandments in all school rooms (contrary to past Supreme Court prohibitions) suggested that it’s time for me to post this.  After all, if we expect children to learn and follow these rules, maybe we ought to hold adults accountable for them, too. 

 

Here’s the point:  If The 10 Commandments are at the core of the Judeo/Christian tradition, and, as some evangelicals have claimed, if their god chose the recent ex-president to lead the U.S., we should be able to see how that ex-president’s actions align with the principles outlined in the commandments.  I’m even willing to allow that even god-chosen leaders would have “flaws” as Rick Perry suggests.  But how flawed will a leader be before that leader is deemed so contrary to the tenets of faith as to be renounced?  At what point do religious leaders reject someone’s actions because of that person’s moral depravity.  At what point does looking past “flaws” become an act of covering over immorality.  Let’s see. 

 

Each commandment and links to articles follow.  I used the King James version since that’s the version most people know.  There aren’t any references from Fox News because they seem not to have covered the referenced stories – maybe an explanation of why some religious leaders haven’t generated this analysis themselves since they appear to spend more time watching right-wing media than conducting biblical exegesis. 

 

Want to reply and tell me that I have it all wrong?  Please don’t.  I’ve set this up so that the link can be forwarded or shared, but there’s no comment area.  Why?  I’m not interested in having a discussion.  If you are, there are lots of other places for that.  And if you want to correct me, do the Christian thing and pray for me as an apostate who majored in English and theology decades ago at a religious college and got weary enough of theological discussions that I stopped having them.  I post these as my observation, not as a starting point for me to have any discussions on the topic.  I post this as someone who’s genuinely concerned that the past president is taking another run at the presidency – and that there are people who think that’s a good idea.  You’re welcome to pass this along or to ignore it, or anything else besides attempting to engage me in a conversation on this topic. 

 

Exodus 20: 3-17

 

[Commandment 1]

[3] Thou shalt have no other gods before me. 

 

https://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2017/11/what-donald-trumps-books-say-about-winning/544661/

 

https://www.pbs.org/newshour/show/meet-young-donald-trump-pioneer-self-promotion

 

 

[Commandment 2]

[4] Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth:  [5] Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me;  [6] And shewing mercy unto thousands of them that love me, and keep my commandments.

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_things_named_after_Donald_Trump

 

https://abcnews.go.com/Primetime/story?id=132337&page=1

 

 

[Commandment 3]
[7] Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain; for the Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain.

 

https://www.npr.org/2016/01/18/463528847/citing-two-corinthians-trump-struggles-to-make-the-sale-to-evangelicals

 

http://www.businessinsider.com/trump-on-god-i-dont-like-to-have-to-ask-for-forgiveness-2016-1

 

 

[Commandment 4]
[8] Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy.  [9] Six days shalt thou labour, and do all thy work:  [10] But the seventh day is the sabbath of the Lord thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates:  [11] For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day: wherefore the Lord blessed the sabbath day, and hallowed it.


https://thegolfnewsnet.com/golfnewsnetteam/2018/02/19/how-many-times-president-donald-trump-played-golf-in-office-103836/

 

https://www.cnn.com/2015/08/28/politics/donald-trump-church-member/index.html

 

 

[Commandment 5]

[12] Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee.


https://www.newsweek.com/donald-trump-rewrite-fathers-will-fred-1149796

 

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/us-politics/donald-trump-mother-mary-relationship-what-have-i-created-psychology-macleod-fred-trump-a8037181.html

 

https://www.vanityfair.com/magazine/2015/07/donald-ivana-trump-divorce-prenup-marie-brenner

 

https://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2017/11/03/mary-macleod-trump-donald-trump-mother-biography-mom-immigrant-scotland-215779

 

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2016/mar/26/donald-trump-fred-trump-father-relationship-business-real-estate-art-of-deal

 

 

[Commandment 6]

[13] Thou shalt not kill.


https://www.nytimes.com/2019/04/04/opinion/trump-deadly-deregulation.html

 

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-43152496

 

https://www.amnesty.org/en/documents/POL10/6700/2018/En/

 

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-44120428

 

https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/national-security/a-family-was-separated-at-the-border-and-this-distraught-father-took-his-own-life/2018/06/08/24e40b70-6b5d-11e8-9e38-24e693b38637_story.html?hpid=hp_hp-more-top-stories_migrantdeath-814a%3Ahomepage%2Fstory&noredirect=on

 

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/12/26/us/felipe-alonzo-gomez-customs-border-patrol.html

 

 

[Commandment 7]

[14] Thou shalt not commit adultery.


http://fortune.com/2018/02/16/donald-trump-karen-mcdougal-ronan-farrow/

 

https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2017/01/donald-trump-scandals/474726/

 

https://www.pbs.org/newshour/politics/e-jean-carroll-scores-another-victory-after-winning-a-sex-abuse-and-defamation-lawsuit-against-trump

 

 

[Commandment 8]

[15] Thou shalt not steal.


https://apnews.com/article/donald-trump-letitia-james-fraud-lawsuit-1569245a9284427117b8d3ba5da74249

 

https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2018/10/02/us/politics/donald-trump-tax-schemes-fred-trump.html

 

http://fortune.com/2016/10/08/donald-trump-taxes-contractors/

 

https://www.nbcnews.com/nightly-news/video/trump-contractors-it-was-the-beginning-of-the-end-for-us-702575171860

 

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/10/28/opinion/trump-administration-corruption-conflicts.html

 

 

[Commandment 9]

[16] Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour.


https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/leave-the-dark-twisted-fantasies-to-trump/2018/07/13/d63f3352-86c6-11e8-9e80-403a221946a7_story.html?hpid=hp_no-name_opinion-card-d%3Ahomepage%2Fstory&noredirect=on

 

http://time.com/5084420/donald-trump-lies-claims-fact-checks/

 

https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2017/06/23/opinion/trumps-lies.html

 

http://www.politifact.com/personalities/donald-trump/

 

https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2021/01/24/trumps-false-or-misleading-claims-total-30573-over-four-years/

 

 

[Commandment 10]

[17] Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbour's.

 

https://www.nytimes.com/2016/10/08/us/donald-trump-tape-transcript.html