One of my caregivers shot this video of smoke rolling in over Mt. Coot-tha yesterday. Going to be another smokey day.
And look at these two living it up in Bordeaux on their way to Moubisson.
They look cold.
I built this electronic community originally as the Food Safety Network beginning in Jan. 1993. I consider it one big food safety family.
I provided a health update, not because I sought sympathy, but because I thought I should let the family know what was going on and why my writing had declined.
Australia is currently burning, and every time someone who has just lost everything is interviewed, they talk about how grateful they are for what they have and how they will plunge ahead.
It’s the Australian way, and I am very much of that attitude.
I am not wallowing, I am grateful that Deb will be here in a few minutes for the next four hours (not sure we can go for a walk, there is so much smoke in Brisbane from the fires 100km away that health warnings have been issued).
I’ll continue to teach her about hockey (in Australia you have to call it ice hockey).
And look at these two. They have arrived in Paris, where it’s 5C, and they have no winter clothes, because we are spoiled in Brisbane.
They’ll figure it out and have a great time.
How blessed am I to have so much family?
Maybe it was Kansas.
A couple of weeks ago, my wife was helping me into a diaper.
The next day I was trying out a walker so I don’t fall so much.
That’s fairly humbling.
I haven’t been able to write as much as I used to, and don’t know if I ever will, because as my doctor told me recently, you’re a smart guy, you know what’s going on, and I do – most of the time.
Last Monday I was writing at home and developed a full-on seizure and could only speak gobbylgook. Amy asked me what’s her name and all I could mutter was, Bo.
I never call her Bo.
My capacity to speak returned after a couple of minutes, but I soon announced, I feel another one coming on. This time I lost consciousness, stopped breathing and woke up in the hospital. Spent the week there.
Amy and Sorenne are off to France in a few hours – she is a French professor – but somehow, we now live in this country (that would be Australia) that awarded my family support to pay for caregivers who make sure I don’t fall over when we walk to get groceries.
It’s cheaper to keep me in the home rather than an institution.
None of the money goes to us, but it means we get a weekly cleaner (who has the most fabulous tools) and I get about 3 hours of assisted care daily from these nice people. I’m getting extra hours while the family is in France.
Amy said, what kind of country do we live in?
A compassionate one.
I called my sister about 4 a.m., her time.
Hubby answered the phone and said, Doug, it’s 4 a.m.
A few hours later I called my partner, thinking it was evening; it was 5:30a.m.
She was not pleased.
We only get up that early for hockey.
Through the infrastucture of Brisbane (that’s in Queensland, Australia) I know I have people lined up to care for me.
Still, a brain is a terrible thing to lose. And I watched it in my grandfather and grandmother 40 years ago.
I don’t know where this stuff comes from (and I’d get someone to update the wiki entry but there’s enough barriers to editing that it slipped my mind).
Haven’t been at Kansas State since 2013.
Doug is one of the famous and trending celeb who is popular for being a Teacher. As of 2018 Doug Powell is 55 years old years old. Doug Powell is a member of famous Teacher list (one of you younger folks wanna tell me what the famous teacher list is, and I’d imagine I’m on it for the wrong reasons.
One of the precious celeb listed in Teacher list.
I am precious.
Just read barfblog.com, my life is an open book, successes and failures, I own them all.
Estimated Net Worth in 2019: $100K-$1M (Approx.)
Really? Cool. Will the bank accept that?
This is the asset that matters most (upper left).
My eldest, 1-of-4 Canadian daughters (she’s 32 and has a 5-year-old son) was honest with me and said I shouldn’t travel to Ontario, even if there’s people I want to see (yes that’s her in this 1988 pic I took for my science column; I even remember developing film in the darkroom, and had sex there too along with the electron microcopy room.)
My wife, who has power of attorney over my finances and death, says I can’t travel alone.
Yeah, looks like I’m fading fast
My best friend from high school has pancreatic cancer, so our friends are waging who will go first.
My brain hurts because I fall a lot, and Amy is going to break up with me.
But my life has been full of wonder, and I will keep being curious and keep writing.
It’s the best medicine.
Awaiting a room at the hospital Amy went to get her hair done, and I’m sitting at home with blood still coming out the top of my head, waiting to get a room at the hospital so I can bleed on their linens.[
Which made me think of this.
I had this dream, where I was coaching on the ice in Brisbane for a few hours, helping do evaluations of kids – male and female – and running them through drills.
As the kids got changed and the girls were mixed in with the boys, I explained we had enough girls in Guelph that they had their own league, and as a coach, I wouldn’t go into the dressing room until they were all dressed, and after the game would debrief for a couple of minutes, and then say good bye outside.
After 3 hours of on-ice training I said I’m going home for an hour and would be back.
I started to put on my street clothes, realized it was dark outside, looked at my iPhone and saw it was 2 a.m.
I miss coaching, but my brain is doing too many weird things.
And in real-life I fall a lot.
I’d post this to my other blog, dougsdeadflowers.com, since it has nothing to do with food safety, but still having technical difficulties. Chapman has not figured out how to put a link on barfblog.com, and what’s left of my identity that I can remember is barfblog.
I had to stop hockey because I started falling over in my skates after 50 years.
I had to stop cycling because I started falling off my bike.
Now I fall when I’m walking.
Another day, another 12 super-sized stitches at the top of my skull, another night in emergency, another ambulance ride that I have no memory of.
But when I awoke, Amy was there.