Most people I speak to don’t consider it a real problem, but it’s unnerving, and at times annoying. Part of me says “be careful what you wish for because when it stops you may miss it.” It picked up speed for a number of years, so this is the longest I’ve gone in quite a while without being approached by someone. It hasn’t happened in a few months, but I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Every time I round the corner in a grocery store or even out on the street, I expect to get assailed by some well-meaning soul like the last one that approached me. “I hope you don’t mind, but, well, I’m psychic, and I was at the deli and saw all the bright light shooting out of this aisle and I thought, ‘I have to meet the person with that aura!'”
This month the US psychiatric and medical professions have undergone a change. Currently, psychiatric diagnosis is done on Axes 1-5, each representing a specific part of the stressors and illnesses with which each client may be dealing. In the interest of more specific billing, the codes have been changed and there are nearly 19 times as many procedure codes, and nearly 5 times as many diagnosis codes in the new listing than its predecessor. Someone has obviously missed the memo stating that “less is more.” Granted accidents will happen, but truly can’t they be coded according to body part? Do we really need a code for struck by an orca (code 56.02) or forced space craft landing (code v95.2)?
You know that exquisite pain you feel when you look back on the best day of your life and realize, that if you actually knew what you didn’t know then, it wouldn’t have been the best day after all?
It’s such a privilege to have had a whole day of blissful ignorance.
It was a full twenty-four hours… of waking late to the rhythm of ocean waves; witnessing the marriage of our closest, dearest friends; dancing all afternoon on the beach until the moon rose and illuminated an indigo sky; of lying in the sand feeling almost transcendent, observing as many stars as there were grains beneath us; of being so wholly and completely in love with the one I was meant to spend the rest of my life with, knowing this was where I was supposed to be.
Even though we wouldn’t be granted a chance at forever , I didn’t want to know that then.
Those losses will never be reclaimed, but memories can be healed until they don’t hurt anymore.