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Sunday, September 25, 2016

Haiku on Sit/ Wave/ Mountain/ Climb

Sit

Was told as a child
That if you sit for too long
You become the chair

I sit in a chair
Listening to wagtails fuss
Watching me watching

Pooh philosophy
Sometimes I sits and just thinks
Sometimes I just sits

Wave 

Bigger the better
Catch a wave to ride the board
Surfer's paradise

They both wave goodbye
Going through airport check-in
They're happy; we're sad

A wave of pure grief
That Veteran suicides
Exceed war losses

Mountain      

Scafell, Helvellyn
And Transverse Myelitis
Mountains I have climbed

A mountain of trees
A mountain of paperwork
One helps us to breathe

The mountain sat still
Watched for what seemed like ages
Guess that's what they do

Climb

Climbed up the ladder
Reached his professional goals
And then he retired

I climb stairs at home
Several times in a day
Exercise regime

Sun climbed to high noon
Before taking short wee break
Behind passing cloud

Saturday, September 24, 2016

Haiku on Infect/ Big/ Name/ Speak

Infect 

Crowded room heats up
You infect ecosystems
My pulse has quickened

Fingers keyboard fly
Electronic addiction
Infects hearts and minds

Temperature rise
Coral bleaching, poles melting
Humans infect Earth

Big

People confuse big
With being strong, powerful
But it's all just flab

Mine is really big
But yours is even bigger
Biggest nose I've seen

Ooh, that's a big one
She laughed, her face blushing red
Can we all share it?

Name

Do names have meaning?
Do we grow into our names
Or were we just us

Do parents choose names?
Or are they chosen by gods
Imparted in dreams

An insecure man
Big noted supposed triumphs
Could not face mirrors

So, name thy poison
Art thou a spirited sort?
Preferest thou whine?

Speak           

Speak not with rancour
Listen care fully aware
Empathise kindly

The race caller speak
Bored running commentary
Hoarse chatter natter

He speaks all the time
Filling his world up with words
Avoiding silence

Friday, September 2, 2016

Haiku on Sweet/ Beyond/ Partner/ Estranged

Sweet

A sweet looking girl
Well known to be unpleasant
Just keep your distance

He had a sweet tooth
Just could not refuse lollies
Now he has no teeth

Thing is, I forget
Keep trying to remember
Don't know your sweet face

A sweet little bird
Just sat as if listening
To our talk on worms

Beyond

Beyond retirement
We continue to be taxed
Indirect, of course

Beyond Panama
The poor will always pay tax
To keep them that way

Beyond Panama
The rich will always find ways
Of not paying tax

Partner

Argentine tango
The sexiest of all dances
Passionate partners

My partner in life
Such complementarity
The yin to my yang

A true partnership
I make a mess of the house
She tidies it up

Estranged

The prodigal son
Estranged for many long years
Found home demolished

Estranged Minke whales
Return to Barrier Reef
For social contact

Estranged old planets
Encircling a dying sun
Not allowed to touch

Thursday, September 1, 2016

Haiku on Unlikely/ Void/ Point/ Thing

Unlikely

Practiced carefully
Had visualised each move
Mistakes unlikely

Crossed into slow lane
Such an unlikely mistake
For a champion

Mistakes multiply
It appears so unlikely
Happens to be true

Void

The planned trip to Mars
May be a one way ticket
Towards a red void

Void your bladder please
One more useless ultrasound
Finding life empty

Passports null and void
Stateless people wander Earth
Looking for a home

Point

Sharp as a razor
A really incisive mind
Asks pointed questions

One day you will ask
Whatever is this about?
And that is the point

The storm is over
Righteous anger muted
Until a next time

Thing
           
Need to tighten this
Can you please pass me the thing?
That thingamebob...

Its four hundred years
Since Shakespeare wrote his Hamlet
The play is the thing


From Point Lookout
All the way to Point Danger
About eighty miles

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Haiku on Game/ Play/ Tonight/ Wander

Game

Commitments complete
Entering new phase of life
Still some games to play

A new game begins
Pen, ink, paper, and my thoughts
Dare I write haiku

A new Game of Thrones
Excited, opened the box
Dragon, sword, and dice

Play

Scatalogical
The filth of very small minds
Degrading our play

Playing at haiku
Writing absolute rubbish
Leaves no impression

You can play at life
Or grasp opportunity
Make a difference

Tonight

Are you free tonight?
May I make a pass at you?
Just like the old times

Free pass to movies
Every theatre tonight
Full of violence

Magic show tonight
International wizard
Pulled peace from a hat

Wander

No more the expert
No more need to huff and puff
I wander through time

Just meandering
So happy just to wander
Breathing and feeling

Birthday reflection
Wandering through memories
Of all the good times

Friday, August 5, 2016

Haiku on Try/ Storm/ Fool/ Carpet

Try

Try not to worry
But don't worry about it
Even if you do

Trying is doing
Even if you don't succeed
Doing is trying

A try in Rugby
A touchdown in NFL
Set up goal kickers

Storm

A perfect mind storm
Crazy thoughts come at random
Turned into a film

He stirred and stirred
Till the outcome was achieved
Storm in a teacup

Seventy percent
We humans turn to water
When there is a storm

Fool

Played the fool all day
To mask his inner sadness
Fooled around at night

If you fool yourself
You may lose your only friend
In a twisted maze

A word of advice
Never try to fool yourself
Mirrors never lie

Carpet

She could smell carpet
As he entered her domain
Needs cleansing, she thought

In trouble again
Carpeted by headmaster
Only verbal this time

Old Turkish carpet
Intricate peacock design
Proudly hand woven

Transverse Myelitis and Diarrhoea

This is not a pleasant topic to address in public. In addition, I am not sure how many of you with the various forms and expressions of Transverse Myelitis will share my experience. So you will have to decide whether this is relevant to you or not.
Diarrhoea is unpleasant at the best of times. We all get times when we pick up an infection from food, be it Escherichia Coli (E. Coli), or the more serious forms of Salmonella. These are fairly easy to deal with in the sense that you take the prescribed medication, and perhaps something to calm the gut, and within 24-48 hours you know you are on the mend, but have decided you will not return to a particular restaurant, or will take more care with your own food preparation.
However, when you are handicapped it is all more difficult to manage. The recurrent urgency to go to the toilet means you have to plan journeys around your knowledge of where toilets are likely to be, and then you may want to be close to a toilet so you can get there in time. Travel and public gatherings become difficult, and we all have that sense of relief when we see a handicapped toilet sign, knowing that we will not have to wait in a queue.
I did write a book chapter (Chapter 4 in ‘Taking Charge’) about my own spectacular experience in the early days of my first hospitalisation (http://www.familyconcernpublishing.com.au/product/taking-charge-a-journey-of-recovery/), but that was a ‘one off’ experience after escalating treatment to deal with several days of constipation. What I did not realise then, but do now, is just how problematic toileting can become every day when you are handicapped, when you have lost normal sensation from the waist down, and find difficulty not just with getting to a toilet, but also the whole business of undressing and cleaning up. I did not realise just how anxious the whole thing can make you, and how that has an impact on socialisation.
I have always been a very physically fit and healthy person. I have been fortunate to have had the formal training to become a doctor. In addition, I have had the good fortune to be married to a Dietitian. Between the two of us we have been able to solve most of life’s day to day problems. However, something new has entered my life in the last year that has made it more difficult, and now stops me from attending many public gatherings. I have always been able to eat anything. But recently, I seem to have developed a food sensitivity.
The first thing I noticed some years ago prior to getting TM, was that I seemed to be a bit sensitive to milk, and this stopped when I began using lactose free milk. In the main it meant using lactose free milk on my morning cereal, but gradually over the years seems to have become more serious. I became aware of being sensitive to lactose in ice cream, and then lactose in certain cheeses. Now I have to be aware of anything containing lactose. I am not claiming it has been caused by TM, and most likely it is part of the aging process. But it sure makes life difficult when you are handicapped.
In the last year, I seem to have had more frequent episodes of diarrhoea, even avoiding lactose. There is a cycle of several days, or even a week or two, of being OK, followed by a windiness, then explosions over several days, gradually calming down. This has been harder to track down. We have had to explore FODMAP sensitivity in a detailed way (and you can find lots of detail on the Internet (of course). FODMAPS are Fermentable Oligosaccharides, Disaccharides, Monosaccharides and Polyols (so there!). Effectively, they are types of sugars broken down (fermented) by bacteria, mainly in the large bowel.  ‘Fermentable Oligosaccharides’ include Cereals like Wheat, rye, and barley as well as vegetables like onions, leek, shallots, garlic, legumes, lentils and artichokes. Disaccharides are basically Lactose. Monosaccharides include honey and fruits like mango, watermelon, apples, pears (you know, all your favourites). Polyols include more favourites like apples, pears, apricots, nectarines, plums, and (rather quaintly) cauliflower.
So what we had to do was become diet detectives, and reduce my diet to very plain food like rice and green vegetables with small servings of meats, and then gradually add things from the list above. One of the first things we added was a daily Probiotic capsule, in an effort to help my gut flora recover.
The upshot of our detective process was that Lactose remained the prime suspect, and I seem to be sensitive to even very small amounts (even if it is hidden in the fine print on food labels). Of course when I am in a sensitive phase, a good curry can lead to my spending large tracts of the day on the toilet (very unproductive!).
Personally, I have concluded that I may also be sensitive to nuts including Cashews and Macadamias, but that may relate to the age of the nuts, and whether they have begun to deteriorate.
I am currently in a phase of being reasonable comfortable. I am back into attempting to recover my exercise program, which has been a shambles in the last three months. But I do find myself continuing to be anxious about what I eat, and the possibility I may be stranded somewhere with limited or no access to a toilet. From my point of view as a retired psychiatrist, it is clear I have developed a form of Agoraphobia. Technically I do know how to fix the problem; but it is always hard in practice. It is a strange world.

So, does TM make you more likely to get a gut that has food sensitivities? Or is it just the fact that being handicapped makes life almost impossible when you have food sensitivity induced diarrhoea? I would be interested in your feedback.