I’ve noticed lately quite a few posts, blogs, articles and signs about Happiness…
Hollie Jantz Eastman shared her post: (Not a) Happy Easter. One I really liked: Inc.com’s – 15 Scientifically Proven Ways to Be Happier. There are several of these. And books: I’m personally reading: Wisdom of the Ages by Wayne Dyer and another favorite is Find Your Happy Daily Mantras by Shannon Kaiser.
In my spiritual quest, as well, I’ve been working on ‘finding my zen’ as well. I definitely needed it yesterday, Thursday. I had three doctor appointments back to back – the first was a CAT scan (to find my brain? – lol, by the way, they confirmed, the gerbil is dead…). I NEEDED my meditation skills for this one. If anyone has ever had one, you know why. It involves a large tube where your given ear plugs, a bad hair net, then they proceed to put sponges around your head so you won’t move and finally the metal helmet is lowered as your laying there looking up at this small mirror of your eyes. Your then slid into the tube where the tech ‘runs’ out of the room to sit behind the metal wall (hmmmm) and then he announces that the ‘sounds’ will begin and to squeeze the little ‘tube’ they have handed you in case you need them to stop! Again, why isn’t the ‘tube’ a red STOP button? Well, I had to meditate to deal with the sounds that they pulse through your brain (apparently to wake the dead gerbil) – reality, they sound like your sitting in a box under lots of construction noises. Oh, and your supposed to relax… ha! But the truly funny part is when the tech tells me: “just relax and try not to THINK about the noises too much” (um, how the hell do you do that?) I didn’t read anything in my meditation books on that?
Oh but wait, there’s more! I finish up there and then my next appointment is for a mammogram! AKA, the BOOB VICE GRIP torture. First you have to use a baby wipe to remove any residue (any deodorant, power, lotion and sweat) from your boobs, chest and torso – so that you don’t get a bad reading. Great, so why the hell did I even shower this morning? HA Karen, my tech hands me the thin gown that you put on with the opening in front. Now question, WHY do they even give you a gown when you have to remove it or slide it off? Seriously, they tell you it’s for ‘privacy’ – again, hello, how private is it that your man-handling and squishing my boob to put in that vice grip? Really, that’s like the gyno… it AIN’T PRIVATE! Happy place. Oh, about THAT HAPPY place, Karen actually tells me “just go to your Happy Place” (lol), as I told her, “oh, you want me to leave and drive to the beach?” (She did laugh, thankfully).
Last appointment was just a quick check in about the ‘latest meds’ they gave me – the ones where I got ALL of the stupid side affects and so now I get to try something else… great, my gerbil is dead, but I get to continue to be a guinea pig! LOL Happy, happy, joy, joy – NOT!
Well, ladies and gents, this ends my obvious HAPPINESS routine (and it’s not even because of any medications) – it’s because I actually was happy (to get through this round of appointments, more next week). But after all that, I came home (thankfully took the day off) and with the rare sun out, I grabbed Archer and we went outside where I sat on my stoop (old lady style) and just watched him be a HAPPY CAT.
He rolled in the grass & dirt, twilled when he’d see the bugs, swatted at some sugar bees (even got a little sting – he is fine) and he even did a huge leap up to the bird feeder when the cute little finches came to eat. Just sitting, meditatively watching him frolic helped lull me back to my HAPPY STATE of MIND. I think it actually woke up the gerbil….