I started to read House Rules, by Jodi Picoult yesterday and I cannot put it down. This is the first book I’ve read of hers, and I am sure to read more.
This book is about a young man with Asperger Syndrome, considered a form of Autism. The author, Picoult, has done excellent research on the intricacies of the disease; it’s impacts on families, the community, and the patient. She worked extensively with a live subject who has Asperger which gives the book its realism. Picoult is very nuanced in the way she explains the characteristics of the syndrome and the many idiosyncrasies that distinguish the disorder.
Jacob, the young man with Asperger, is accused of First Degree Murder for the death of his beloved teacher. He’s a brilliant young man, but the Asperger disease is crippling in so many ways.
I love a good book, and this is a good one. It’s pulled me in and I have to get back to reading so I can finish tonight!
Tomorrow I think I’m going to start reading The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, by Rebecca Skloot. Or, Auschwitz: A Doctor’s Eyewitness Account, by Micklos Nyiszli. I have about twenty lined up….
I gotta run back to my Nook….
Pleasant dreams all.
- Jodi Picoult Teams With Daughter Samantha Van Leer for Teen Novel (readersread.com)
- The Physical Importance of Early Diagnosis of Asperger’s Syndrome (testf8.wordpress.com)
- Picoult books won’t stay on the shelves (kssreads.wordpress.com)
I am very late getting to my daily post tonight. I don’t know where the time went tonight! Well…, I did relax on the couch for a while… And, I stopped to have dinner, clean up, walk the dog, talk on the phone, read a few chapters of The Book Thief (currently reading), and I took some time to read the blog and comment…. that’s where the time went!
This is a quick but very important lesson, from Knight Owl and her Niece, about taking care of our hearts.
Those of you familiar with this blog, and so many others like the wonderful Humble Opinion, Niecy456, Kim’s Blog, Marinade Dave’s, Mainstream Fair, and others (they’re all on my Blogroll below), know that Knight Owl, one of the dearest persons who visited and posted here, and elsewhere, passed away in August from, as we know now, a massive heart attack.
A terrible loss of one so young (she was 61), and vibrant, and dear. Her passing has saddened so many of us.
Tonight, Knight Owl’s lovely niece visited and explained what happened.
Knight Owl died on August 14th. On the day of her heart attack, she had done what we all hate to do, clean the bathrooms. Afterwards, she felt sick – nauseated, and complained that her arm was sore. Thinking it was the smell of the cleaning supplies making her feel sick, and because she’d been scrubbing with that hand and arm, she thought, not a big deal, she’d been using that arm to scrub. Perhaps she wondered if she was coming down with a bug, or the flu? It’s easy to ignore these warning signs – we tell ourselves stories about what it could be, as if we’re M.D.’s! Right?
Knight Owl’s husband walked her upstairs to lay down and lovingly gave her a wet hand towel to cool her forehead.
She was resting, and all was well. Only it wasn’t.
Knight Owl missed the warning signs of an impending heart attack. There are usually some warning signs that tell us things are really not right with our bodies.
I imagine you and I may have done EXACTLY what Knight Owl did after spending time doing such vigorous, smelly, and laborious work. But, let’s let this be a wake up call – let this be a wake up call for all of us.
Learn the warning signs of trouble; listen to your heart and your inner guide when it says, “Something’s sure not right about how I feel.”
There are resources that we can use to educate ourselves about heart disease. There is one in particular that I like. It’s called Heart Sisters and the website is: http://myheartsisters.org/
The articles are wonderful, the tips will be helpful, too. The author and owner of the site is Carolyn Thomas, who is a survivor and a lovely person.
I know that Knight Owl will be so pleased if her story educated us about heart disease, and the warning signs of a heart attack.
Sweet dreams, sweet Knight Owl.
We passed the impossible ten-year anniversary of 911 yesterday. It was a terrible day for the families of the victims, and my heart breaks for all of them.
Did anyone watch the documentary about the firefighters of Ladder One in NYC, on television last night? If you did, you would have seen that thousands of people are dying as a result of that deadly day. You would have learned that the Officials of the NYC Health Department, Mayor, Rudy Giuliani, and others, lied and said the air at Ground Zero was safe to breathe.
Of course, this is not “new” news – we’ve known for some time of the health concerns of the rescue workers. Seeing the CBS 911 documentary last evening brought the concerns of the rescue workers back into focus.
Even if you made a grade of C in high school biology, as I did, you would have figured out the AIR WAS NOT SAFE to breathe. (Sorry for the CAPS – this topic infuriates me.)
We saw the dust that covered everything after the towers collapsed. It was toxic dust.
We all know that it was rare for the workers to find entire remains of victims. The rescue workers didn’t find computers or pieces of shattered windows or telephones or desks or chairs or pens or notebooks or staples or printers or paper clips when they searched Ground Zero.
The rescue workers breathed in the highly toxic dust of the computers and shattered windows and telephones and desks and chairs and pens and notebooks and staples and printers and paper clips.
They also breathed in and breathed out the dust of the 911 victims. Ashes to ashes, dust to toxic dust.
The hundreds and hundreds of rescue workers who gave their very souls to recover bodies, also consumed the bodies in the very air they breathed.
I knew this. We all knew this. The people at the scene were not thinking of their own safety, they were, and still are, completely selfless – they were there for the victims and the families. They cried and cried and cried for the victims, not for themselves. The paper masks they were given did nothing to block the toxins in the air. The masks got sweaty and dirty, and of no use anyway, and most threw them away after an hour or so. But, then it didn’t matter, the city ran out of masks.
And now, the rescue workers are dying.
What is killing the men and women who gave so much of themselves in the recovery effort? Cancer.
I don’t have the precise statistics, but will quote the following by National Journal reporter, Maggie Fox in her story Studies find higher cancer rates in 9/11 rescuers:
These workers were exposed to an incompletely characterized mix of asbestos, alkaline cement dust, pulverized building materials, and fire smoke for many days and weeks, often without proper protection…. Hundreds of these people are disabled and can no longer work, and thousands have become ill and continue to receive medical treatment nearly 10 years after 9/11.
Nine years into the study, 28 percent of the workers had asthma, 42 percent had sinusitis, and 39 percent had GERD. Inhalation of toxic, highly alkaline dust is the probable cause of upper and lower-respiratory injury in rescue and recovery workers.
Doesn’t this make you see red?
Our government will lie when it suits them. We started a war in Iraq based on a lie.
The following is by Pulitzer Prize winning author, Paul Krugman:
Is it just me, or are the 9/11 commemorations oddly subdued?
Actually, I don’t think it’s me, and it’s not really that odd.
What happened after 9/11 — and I think even people on the right know this, whether they admit it or not — was deeply shameful. The atrocity should have been a unifying event, but instead it became a wedge issue. Fake heroes like Bernie Kerik, Rudy Giuliani, and, yes, George W. Bush raced to cash in on the horror. And then the attack was used to justify an unrelated war the neocons wanted to fight, for all the wrong reasons.
A lot of other people behaved badly. How many of our professional pundits — people who should have understood very well what was happening — took the easy way out, turning a blind eye to the corruption and lending their support to the hijacking of the atrocity?
The memory of 9/11 has been irrevocably poisoned; it has become an occasion for shame. And in its heart, the nation knows it.
I’m not going to allow comments on this post, for obvious reasons.
You can read more of Paul Krugman’s blog here: http://krugman.blogs.nytimes.com/
Happy New Year!
I just created a new page on the blog dedicated to our hula hooping! Look up and you’ll see the Hula Hope tab next to the “Home” tab!
Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now.
In addition, I am going to buy a hula hoop and twirl and swirl my middle inches right away!
A blogger named Edrn came up with this fabulous idea and she’s gotten a few of us really psyched about this hula Hope challenge.
So, if you’d like to hula hoop with us and hope to loose inches around the middle, that would be super! Some of us will share results, others may be too shy, but either way, we will motivate and cheer each other on.
Oh, and with regards to the daily post challenge…. I know it won’t be easy, but it will be fun and inspiring. To help me with this challenge, I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similar goals – we’ll help each other along the way.
The goal of this daily post challenge is to become a better writer, and daily practice does help. So, even if it’s a little paragraph, or a long article, I’m going for it!
Happy New Year once again! Cheers to all!