Tuesday, September 02, 2014

The Original "Problem Child"

Disclaimer: This post is about theology, about religion, about questions human beings have been asking for centuries and centuries. If you are uncomfortable with the subject, do not read any further. This post examines my beliefs. I respect differing opinions and ask kindly that mine be respected in turn.*

The other day on Facebook, a friend I will call "Ethan" had a question, something he had been confused by for some time. While I do not often discuss religion publicly, I felt compelled to make an exception for him. I have a great deal of respect for Ethan, and I knew his question came from his desire to understand his Christian friends better. So I answered it as best I could... 


This is a question for my Christian friends:  If God knew that Lucifer (Satan) was going to convince Adam and Eve to sin (via the forbidden fruit), then why would he allow it to happen in the first place? He surely knew all the suffering that would be the result of that. Either God is omnipotent or he is not.


I see G-d*** truly as a Heavenly Father, and I think I understand Him more now as a parent--and especially as a parent of adult children. I love my kids, but I have to let them make their own choices and their own mistakes. This is so incredibly difficult at times. You could swoop in and save them from themselves, but what does that teach them? We've all met people whose parents treated them this way even into adulthood...and none of us envy them. I have one such in my family: almost 40, her parents pay all her bills and bail her out of any trouble, no matter how small, and refuse to believe the cause of her problems is not that the rest of the world is "mean" to her! What will become of her when they are gone?

We also all know someone in our lives who is a "problem child," and we see their parents continue to support them and hope they will change, because they love their child. At the same time, they can't make the decisions for them. 

And we also all know someone who broke that final straw with their parents and were disowned. The parents are usually heartbroken over it...but they realize that A) at this point, the kid will not get better until or unless they hit rock bottom and B) you have to save yourself and your other kids from them. 

That is exactly what I think happened with Lucifer. G-d tried, gave him chances, wanted to believe he could get better. But in the end, like the parents of drug-addicted kids or kids with violent tendencies, He had to disown Lucifer for the good of the other heavenly denizens. I have no doubt it caused and continues to cause Him great pain and grief. But as any parent can tell you: parenting is not for the weak at heart. Sometimes, for their own good, you have to put your foot down. And when you do? You just hope those who love you will understand and show you the support and compassion you need.

And that's my two cents' worth. I hope that answered your question.

*For the record: I am a Christian and consider myself an adherent of the Native American Church (Big Moon.) 

**I have slightly altered the contents of "Ethan's" post in order to preserve his anonymity. The essence of the post remains the same. 

***Yes, there is a reason I spell "G-d" without the vowel. My husband is Jewish. In their belief system, it is a grave sin to erase or obliterate the name of G-d. This, they don't spell the word out completely to make erasing the full word impossible. Leaving out the vowel is therefore a sign of respect. Some time ago, I decided this made sense to me. Also, my husband admitted it made him feel uncomfortable when I would wrote it the "wrong" way. He insisted that I should do what I feel us right (and he would never have told me he felt that way...but I had asked, and he wasn't going to lie about it.) As I have no desire to disrespect either G-d or my husband, I now spell the word in line with the traditional Jewish tradition. I have yet to use it online, however, without bring accused of DISrespecting the Creator...thus, this footnote. 

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Saturday, August 02, 2014

The Athlete & the Soldier

Today on Facebook, I came across this photo:

Under the photo was the question, "Who is the real hero? Who deserves $20 million contracts?"

Naturally, every person who commented said emphatically that the soldier is the hero. Some even bemoaned society in general.

I saw it a tad differently....

"The soldier is the hero. Without a doubt.

I don't follow sports, so I don't know who that basketball player is. But if he had to be carried off because of cramps, either he is a big baby, or those aren't your everyday exercised-too-much cramps. They may very well be the kind I get...and mine will put you in a bed and keep you there. It's entirely possible that this player is refusing to let a disease keep him from doing what he loves. 

I once took a fall in front of a large gathering. Most did not know I have MS, and they assumed I came to a child's birthday party drunk. I was not yet in a place where I felt comfortable talking about my disease with strangers or casual acquaintances. They went on thinking I was a serious alcoholic for years...until I came to another birthday party in a wheelchair. 

Again...the soldier is the hero. Without a doubt. Very few of us have what it takes to make the sacrifices that soldier made. He deserves every accolade we can give him...starting with far better pay and benefits from a society that does not value his sacrifices anywhere near enough. 

But that photo of the player being carried off reminded me of that birthday party, and the snide and unkind things that were said about me for years afterwards. They were quick to judge. We should all strive to be less so."

It's true what they say about chronic illness: it changes you. It changes how you view the world. And it changed how I saw a photo of a basketball player being carried off a court because of cramps. 

Many of us in this world are wounded. Some wounds are just more obvious than others. And some of us aren't wounded heroes...we bear our wounds without any greater purpose being served. We're wounded anyway. 

Monday, July 14, 2014

Today's MS Adventure: Rx By Halves

I understand when mistakes get made. Hey, we're human, it happens to the best of us. 

Now, it may be because I have bronchitis and Ny-Quil makes me a little loopy, but I found this to be way funnier than it actually was...which is not funny at all. Not even a little. Especially since my husband had to stand in line at the pharmacy for 45 minutes and will now have to go back and stand in line again.

The conversation:

Receptionist: Thanks for calling the Viking's* office. How may I help you?

Me: Yeah, hi. I want to apologize for my voice, I have bronchitis. There seems to be a problem with one of my prescriptions. Unfortunately, I didn't notice it last month and only realized the mistake when my husband tried to pick up my refill today. I take 100mcg of Levothyroid by mouth, one pill per day. Somehow, last month I got 15 pills instead of 30, and the bottle says to take 1/2 by mouth daily. I do have a medication that I take 1/2 at a time, but this isn't it, so I think there may be a mix-up here. 

R: Ok. Well, that's how the Viking wrote it.

Me: That may be, but it's still in error.

R: I cannot find the original prescription in your file. Is this new?

Me: I've been taking it for 20 years.

R: Oh. Let me transfer you to the office manager. 

(I am put on hold for maybe 3 minutes, tops.) 

Office Manager: Is this Angel?

Me: Yes, It is. 

(I tell her the exact same thing I told the receptionist.) 

OM: Well, that was the way the Viking wrote it.

Me: I understand that. But I have been taking the same dosage for two decades with no changes. It looks to me like it got mixed up with my methadose. But even then, that's not right, as you don't get refills on that by law and I take 1/2 pill TWICE a day of it. 

OM: Hmmm...I see here you need to come into the office for labs. You were told that when you called in needing a refill last month. That's why only 15 pills were called in.

Me: That was my Baclofen, and I was told to come in for labs during the first week of August. And I didn't ask you to call the thyroid meds in. I have a refill on it. 

OM: There's a refill on it?

Me: (experiencing déjà vu) Yes, but I had it filled on the 26th of last month, so they can't just fill it again as it stands. 

OM: Well, it looks like you need to be seen and that's why you aren't getting more than 15.

Me: That doesn't explain why it says to take 1/2 pill. Again, this wasn't called in. I have a refill on it.

OM: How many refills are on it?

Me: Just one. I'm looking at the bottle right now. 

OM: Let me put you on hold...

(A few minutes later...)

OM: Ok, we've called it in to your pharmacy. Don't forget to come in next month or you won't be able to get refills.

Me: No problem. See you then. 

The moral of the story? Always check your prescriptions when you pick them up and not just when you run out. I will be more vigilant in the future, believe me.

Now I am off to Ny-Quil land...

UPDATE: They called it in with the right dosage...but again only 15 pills. As I have to be seen prior to those meds running out, I am disinclined to argue. 

*I never use the real names of medical professionals on ZPT. The Viking has been my doctor for over a year or so now. He's a good doctor and I love the office. But like I said....we're none of us immune from making mistakes. Even Viking doctors. 

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Just Sayin': Wayne Brady on "SYTYCD"

Wayne Brady was the guest host on last night's episode of "So You Think You Can Dance." At one point, he had a strange look on his face while watching a dancer who wasn't quite up to snuff. All I could think was, "Is Wayne Brady gonna have to choke a bitch?!?"


Sunday, May 11, 2014

My Mother

Remembering my mother on this Mother's Day. I am the person I am today because of her. I miss her every day, and see her in my daughters' eyes. RIP, Cecelia Hunt, my mom.

Happy Mother's Day! 2014

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Happy Easter 2014!

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