Below Ground With Medicine

Spring                                                                Bee Hiving Moon

On errands today I went to Mercy Hospital, got lost in their basement–think rooms filled with IV poles, wheel-chairs, book cases and beds–finally found my way to our Credit Union, then retreated, again through the basement, but knowing where I was going.

On the way I passed the SEIU/Minnesota Nurse Assocation bulletin board.  On it were fliers to encourage documentation of management initiatives claiming to improve patient care, with the real goal of lowering staffing levels.  There was a very long document that related acuity of patient care with staffing needs.  There are struggles going on within medical care that are important for all of us, especially those of us concerned that folks have a decent wage and tolerable and safe working conditions.

As I continued on down the hall, I noticed an Employee bulletin board.  On it were notices of apartments for rent close to the hospital, various kinds of services and, most ironically to me, two notices of fund-raisers.  Fund-raisers for what?  For costs associated with medical care.  Think of it, hospital employees, many of them making minimum wage or just a bit better, gathering with friends to support, with their health-care based salaries, the very system that makes access to itself not only expensive, but in some cases, impossible.

Wandering around in various institutions is fun and educational.  Think I’ll hit the university next.

Video Phone a Reality At Last!

Spring                                                            Bee Hiving Moon

Technological victory today.  Mary (Singapore at 10:00pm), Mark (Ha’il, Saudi Arabia at 5:00 pm) and myself (Andover 9 am) on the same video call.  Three little screens with our talking heads beaming in real time (or whatever you call time in the instance where all of us are in different times).  Skype premium at $99.00 a year allows for up to ten individuals on one call with no additional charge.  Even when separated by thousands of miles and the International Date Line.

(screen looks something like the pic above)

That was my entire nuclear family on one video call.  Remember when video-phones were sci-fi what ifs?  Not any more.  And, there’s no phone.  Nothing but net.

Over the last year Mark and Mary and I have moved closer together, seeing each other in person last July and now communicating more regularly than we ever have before.

Mark describes Ha’il as like northern Arizona, Flagstaff/Dine homelands/Grand Canyon/polygamist Mormon country.  Come to think of it Islam allows 4 wives.  Maybe it’s the weather?

Mary says Singapore is hot.  When asked how hot, she said, “Oh, I never know.  But it’s really hot.  I know that.”  According to Weatherunderground the current temp in Singapore is 81 with a dewpoint of 77.  That last is the kicker.  By contrast it’s 84 in Ha’il with a dewpoint of 14.  Just to be complete it’s 54 here with a dewpoint of  48.   Of course that’s a daytime reading for Andover, a night time reading for Singapore and an early evening reading for Ha’il.

Both Mary and Mark are at the ends of their terms, with exams and grading and all that fun stuff on the other end of the teacher-student relationship.  Mark has a classroom full of cement workers.  Mary teaches students at Singapore’s National Teacher’s University.   Mom would have been proud.

Forgot to mention on the call, but I have a tour for ESL students tomorrow.  Both Mary and Mark have ESL backgrounds.