Word of the Weekend: Perfervid

:marked by overwrought or exaggerated emotion
:excessively fervent

The group’s leaders have done little to distance themselves from the actions of their angrier and more perfervid followers.

“Biron has struggled to make the Dostoevsky apartment a center for the perpetual and perfervid enthusiasm for the author that animates Russians.” — From an article by Philip Kennicott inThe Washington Post, October 21, 2012

The adjectives “fervent,” “fervid,” and “perfervid” all derive from the Latin verb “fervēre,” meaning “to boil,” and suggest a bubbling up of intense feeling. “Fervent” was the first to enter the English language in the 14th century. It stresses sincerity and steadiness of emotional warmth and zeal, as in “Her colleagues expressed fervent good wishes.” The next to emerge was “fervid” in the late 16th century. It too suggests warmth but adds an element of spontaneity and feverishness. A lover might write a fervid billet-doux to his beloved, for example. With its first known appearance in print dating back only to 1833, “perfervid” is a relative newcomer to English, but it implies the most extreme or exaggerated expression of emotion. Its intensity comes from “per-,” a prefix meaning “thoroughly.”

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“Quintet of Radiance”: Five Ennobling Awards!

The Nomadic Soliloquist

Well, it’s been a while I had some gifts stored safely in my locker, all waiting to be shared with the lovely people around. But firstly, I have a list of wonderful bloggers to thank:

1. Archita: A charming lens-lady, spreading positive vibes around. Her posts will make you look at life differently for sure. Thank you Archita for the two lovely award nominations! Experience her world here.

2. Anil Cm: An avid admirer of artistic and natural beauty, his travelogues and photomontages leave a lasting impression always. Thank you for the unique award nomination! Enjoy his tales here.

3. The blog Belsbror (the title was chosen in recognition of the author’s younger sister): An aspiring novelist and a challenging realist, his insights and opinions are a treat to read. Thank you for the shining award nomination. Read his thoughts here.

4. Tazein Mirza Saad

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I guess I was ready!

I feel like the only thing I have accomplished today is a headache and a serious need for something to eat other than crackers with a side of room-temp water.

A lady across from us was a mess. It broke my heart. Her doctor had just been in and told her some bad news. So we watched and listened as she cried and called her relatives to let them know. It was so sad. The nurses could have pulled the curtain for to allow for privacy.

Barry is happy as a lark. TV all to himself and a chair to snooze in, although it did not compare to his recliner. We have nine minutes left on this infusion and we are headed home. Woohoo! I miss my Maggie. I miss home. Being here for the reasons I am here, has made me realize how much I appreciate being home.

I can’t wait to get away from all these medicinal odors and get into my cushy chair at home. I have a lot of email to return and phone calls to make.

We have decided when we make our first billion or two, we’ll buy new chairs for the Infusion Center. The sad thing is the number of patients that have gone through those chairs to wear them out. Cancer effects more lives than anyone realizes.




Am I ready?

Such a simple question for process about to begin. God is watching over me, Barry will be by my side, Emory Winship Hospital will be providing the care and mom will be home waiting to cook a nice healthy meal. I’m hoping my stomach will let me eat. I do not need to worry about daddy, because Kristie is in control. I feel sorry for the nurse assigned to Pop yesterday.

My clothes are laid out and ready to go. My tablet will be charged, allowing me access to books, games, the Bible and whatever else the internet may provide as entertainment while waiting for the infusion to complete. I can do more research on chemotherapy and the type cancer I have. I can write a step by step post on what chemo is like. I would not want to bore you to death.

I have to repeat this process every three weeks for four doses. Then we swich to radiation. Radiation is scheduled to be daily for a certain period of time. I’ll find that out when the time comes.

My cousin has given the inside track on whst to ask for from the goof doctors.  She let me know what worked for her and what she has heard from other people. I believe Barry and I are as ready as we can be. 

There is a thunderstorm brewing here. We can hardly keep up with the grass. We’ve had so much rain, the flowers are h8rgeous and yhe grass is growing like crazy. I’m going to hit the sack. Hope everyone has a beautiful day tomorrow!

Surgery under local anesthesia!

If you read my blog regularly, you are aware that I was scheduled for right wrist surgery. To decrease my exposure to anesthetics, I elected to have this cyst removed with only a local anesthetic.

I’ve been under general anesthesia 14 times since 2009. Each time, it appears to take longer for the anesthesia to get out of my system and it also takes longer my body to recover. My responses are slower after each surgery. I have tried everything I can think of to flush the medication from my system, but I can tell I’m less responsive, each time, for a longer period of time.

Trying a local this time was an experience. Dr. P. Is a very nice man and excellent physician, as I found out during this surgery, quite a comedian.

He numbed my hand prior to surgery.  My hand looked like half of a pear with all of that Lidocaine injected into it. Dr. P. stated, “prepare to feel your finger nails go numb. See you in there soon.” and walked out of the room.

A few moments later, I was wheeled into the surgical suite and placed on the table. The staff prepared me for surgery. The nurse stuck my right arm into a giant sock and then through a hole in the drape. They used some kind of belt to strap my arm to an extension on the table. I guess they were making sure I could not pop Dr. P. in the chin, while he worked on that wrist.

After they had the strap in place, they let me know what was about to happen. After they get the drape in place, the plan was to cut the sock away and to clean my right arm for the operation. When they completed that task, the doctor would be in to start.

Dr. P. entered the suite. The comedy started the minute he walked in.

“This is the right arm amputation, isn’t it?” He said as he peeked under the drape, and asked me, ” Did they ask what you want for lunch? They will be serving in about 20 minutes. Can’t let the staff get hungry, can I?” He giggled and walked over to my right arm to get started.

They started the procedure. About 20 minutes into the operation, I hear Dr. P. say loudly, “What the?” and then total silence. My question was of course, “What what?” He told me not to worry, “just a little blood”. He continued with the operation.

At a certain point in the procedure, he picked my right hand up and had me bend my fingers. The purpose was to test his handy work. When I bent my fingers, something popped. Dr. P. peeked in the drape and stated, “you are strong. I’ve got to redo it, might take a sec.”

I dozed off for a bit and was suddenly awake at another “WHAT?” I asked what was wrong, and he started trying to get me to let him take the drape down to watch. He said I was so full of questions, he said I should watch. As a nurse, it takes a lot to make my stomach turn. But I have never been able to watch a doctor work on my body. I have passed out cold watching a procedure on myself. My saving grace was I couldn’t see without my glssses, so he left me alone.

When finished, the drape was removed, a hard splint was applied to my wrist and I was finally discharged. A procedure scheduled to take 30 minutes, took 3 hours. At least he kept it interesting. I’m not sure how I feel about another local anesthetic. My wrist is healing well. I get my cast tomorrow. I think I’ll get hot pink. Might be a good color to wear into chemo.