I had to look up the spelling, but now that I have, I can say that you, Joyce, are a voracious reader. Thanks for sharing your 2023 Favorites and your dog bite/health care story. There is something very special about your curious mind.
Yaaa, it really does seem like we might war ourselves back to nothing, all over nothing.
Wondering about that tetanus series.
Normally it's a rabies series with immune globulin and a series of rabies vaccines that would be given if an animal was not known to be vaccinated.
Normally the Tetanus jab (a toxoid) and possibly TIG, tetanus immune globulin would be given if it was not thought that YOU had been sufficiently 'vaccinated' for Tetanus. (It's not exactly a 'vaccine' for tetanus in the traditional sense.)
It's cool if the out of the way medical facility could immune globulins for such things. They are $$$$ and in the U.S. we sometimes had to borrow from other facilities.
With all the street dogs down here, they may be overly cautious. Rabies wasn't even mentioned ... I don't think I've had a tetanus shot since childhood so I'm glad it wasn't a requirement, Thanks.
It is so interesting how connected we all are genetically. And then there's the collective unconscious. Sometimes I wonder if our fascination with whales and dolphins, or even that wild primitive feel of wolves or coyotes howling, stem from that, a lost ancestral memory stored in our DNA or collective consciousness.
BTW, I'm sorry you had your misadventure but I'm glad you're a seasoned traveler. I'm just a tad bit jealous that you're getting to take in Mexico. I hope you're back to a limp less gait soon. Happy Holidays.
I love the poem! So very simple and yet on the money. How small we actually are and yet how royally we can mess things up because of our pettiness is crystal clear. Thanks Joyce
Perhaps as it should be. 💜
I love the poem. Glad you are on the mend. 💜
Thanks! All is almost well although I do find myself being a little more wary of street dogs.
I had to look up the spelling, but now that I have, I can say that you, Joyce, are a voracious reader. Thanks for sharing your 2023 Favorites and your dog bite/health care story. There is something very special about your curious mind.
Anita ... thank you so much, my friend.
Yaaa, it really does seem like we might war ourselves back to nothing, all over nothing.
Wondering about that tetanus series.
Normally it's a rabies series with immune globulin and a series of rabies vaccines that would be given if an animal was not known to be vaccinated.
Normally the Tetanus jab (a toxoid) and possibly TIG, tetanus immune globulin would be given if it was not thought that YOU had been sufficiently 'vaccinated' for Tetanus. (It's not exactly a 'vaccine' for tetanus in the traditional sense.)
It's cool if the out of the way medical facility could immune globulins for such things. They are $$$$ and in the U.S. we sometimes had to borrow from other facilities.
With all the street dogs down here, they may be overly cautious. Rabies wasn't even mentioned ... I don't think I've had a tetanus shot since childhood so I'm glad it wasn't a requirement, Thanks.
Ouch! I do wanna say though, that quote at the start was pure gold!
It is so interesting how connected we all are genetically. And then there's the collective unconscious. Sometimes I wonder if our fascination with whales and dolphins, or even that wild primitive feel of wolves or coyotes howling, stem from that, a lost ancestral memory stored in our DNA or collective consciousness.
That would explain a lot of things, Deborah.
Just want to say I liked this, although it made me think of when I was bitten by a dog as a child
A dog bite as a child could have been traumatic. Sorry it reminded you.
It’s a fascinating account of the dog bite, and I love the poem.
Thank you, Hermann.
"we... Began as bits of stardust, single cells"
The salt in my blood
Talks to me in soft
Rhythmic syllables
Reminding me pulse on pulse
Of the long low low dream
Rememberings of sunning in the shallows
With flashes of silver
Deflecting the slow descent
Of sunlight
Settling below the warm
Wash of shorebound waves
That far away memory
Stored in my cells
Of diving in the deeps
Beyond coral crowns
Beyond the shelf
Guarding the coastline
That far eventual
Frontier
We crossed with tentative flips
Eons later
Where
We learned
Gasping
To catch
A breath
Out of water.
thank you for the beautiful continuation ...
"That far away memory
Stored in my cells
Of diving in the deeps ....
I had posted it wit very little response and I realized I had to make it more clear as a connection with ancient fish.
Perhaps I should have titled it
" The ancient fish in me."
Thanks for your post and your poem's scale of time.
And we are all prey to the bite from behind.
"prey to the bite from behind" ... that's a profound thought.
I should expand that into something.
I am always looking for this kind of "spark."
Example
Jacknifed on the Highway of Fate
Many thanks to Jonathan Potter's poem Sunrise 11/29/2023
This project was inspired
By a poem I had read
So I wrote some words to steer on
What thoughts might come ahead
Love, responsability, and
Working thru the pain
Heavy emotional trauma like
The wrecked husk of a train
On the highway of love,
Jacknifed, I sure liked the sound
But when I wrote that second line
It all got turned around
A truck and trailer jacknifed
Taillights red red red
I quickly, gently eased my brakes
Danger just ahead
Woman sits beside me
Rocking on the seat
She got muffins in the oven
And the asphalt's paved with sleet
Brother don't get jacknifed
On the highway
Of fate
Hello central hospital
I've a delivery to make
My 19 year old's water broke
My heart's bout to break
I pull up to emergency
Nurses coming on the run
My baby got a gurney ride
But she ain't having fun
Girl we just got jacknifed
On the highway
Of fate
Oh brother don't get jacknifed
On the highway of fate
Scan the scene just ahead
Before you take the bait
Be careful who you lie to
Don't bet more than you've got
Make sure your aim is true so
Your piss don't miss the pot
And maybe you won't get jacknifed
On the highway
Of fate
I park the car and jump right out
Fall flat on my face
Face ok but broke my hip
Guess I'll have to like this place
I awake from crazy, crazy dreams
In a semi private room
My doctor says don't worry
You'll all be leaving soon
But be cautious don't get jacknifed
On the highway
Of fate
We got home last evening
Both the girls just fine
But now they call me Grampy Gimp
And I'll hear that for all time
So brother don't get jacknifed
On the highway of fate
Scan the scene just ahead
Before you take the bait
Be careful who you lie to
Don't bet more than you've got
Make sure your aim is true so
Your piss don't miss the pot
And maybe you won't get jacknifed
On the highway
Of fate
Malcolm McKinney 2023
BTW, I'm sorry you had your misadventure but I'm glad you're a seasoned traveler. I'm just a tad bit jealous that you're getting to take in Mexico. I hope you're back to a limp less gait soon. Happy Holidays.
Thanks ... I'm better already but taking advantage of the situation to justify some downtime.
That's good to hear -
So glad the dog’s paperwork was found! OMG! Looking forward to the next story in your Nexican saga.
You, of all people, know how these things go.
Asi es!
Joyce, I'm so glad I've given you a little bit of inspiration this year. I can't wait to see what we both come up with next year!
I also look forward to those pics. :)
What shall we write on the blank slate of the coming year? And what will the year write on us?
I reckon it remains to be seen, but I have 365 pieces heading out into the universe!
I like that metaphor of each day being a piece with its own direction.
It's a metaphor AND it's literal for me!
I love the poem! So very simple and yet on the money. How small we actually are and yet how royally we can mess things up because of our pettiness is crystal clear. Thanks Joyce
Thanks, Mark!