Relax, Dammit!

It’s one of those times.

It’s when my body says, “Okay. I know you have plans- but today, you’re going to have to prioritize because I’m going to be having a cold. I get the irony of being in Seattle and having a hundred things to do. I get that you could do this much more easily in Butte. I get that it seems totally unfair and that it seems perfectly reasonable to think that maybe whining will make it go away faster. I get it. But this is the reality, Bub. Love it.”

I’m trying. Prioritize. Ok.

Well, seeing my doctor today can’t change, that’s at 1:30. Dinner with John Carroll and drinks with Al and the Dooleys- don’t know if I have the stamina, srsly. I can make that call later.  Ditto the matinee of whatever movie won’t reach Montana until April. I think I need an emergency haircut, so I could theoretically do that before the 1:30. Trader Joe’s for a few supplies? Doable- it’s close to the hospital.

Okay. I’ll love it.

And, I’ll take my Dayquil.

More Rain Brings Good News

Last time I had my blood drawn, three months ago, my T-cells were 583. They had been increasing steadily in the  last three years from my diagnosis level of 101 (AIDS) and my health has been steadily improving. However, I was stunned yesterday to get a reading of 903! For people without a compromised immune system, the normal range is between 400-1400, so this is encouraging, if not down right exciting. If simply quitting smoking  (2 or 3 cigarettes a week) created this jump, then I highly recommend it….

I spent some time today with Joe Mirabella, another blogger for Bilerico- we had a nice visit at Oddfellows over warm liquids and a lurking Dan Savage (he was busy typing in a corner). Joe’s covering the Prop 8 trial and his good energy and intelligent comments encouraged me to do more on the activism front.

On the other end of the spectrum, I had a keratosis burned off my face (sorry, no cool scar- not even an eye patch!) and I think I’m coming down with a cold. Well, it’s excellent weather for staying warm and dry inside with a cup of Bengal Spice….

Peace, all….

Rain, no snow.

I spent a lovely day yesterday having my eyes checked, blood drawn, eating with and running into several wonderful friends at different points in the day, finding the right bus on the first try, having a new mix on my iPod- life’s good.
I feel relaxed.
Finally.
It must have been leaving in 16-below snowy weather and arriving in the (comparatively) lush paradise of Seattle- rain included. I don’t mind. It’s amazing what a bit of green can do to lift my spirits. That and some people who pamper me a little….

Today, some running around with Julia The Jeweler, my landlady and witty repartee partner, and tonight dinner with people I love and haven’t seen in years. Oh, and maybe a nap.

Lovely.

Remember Lili von Shtupp?

Hey folks. Lots of stuff going on with finding an office for AIDS Outreach in Bozeman, seeing more clients all the time, doing the support groups and taking care of the house- laundry(not mine), the bills (also not mine) and an 85 year-old man. I’m off to Seattle on Thursday for a week- so if you’re there and want to say hello let me know.

I’m tired. Being a 24/7 caregiver is hard, even when the cared for is deeply loved. It’s taxing, and I’m not good at sleeping, interrupted. So, I’ll be taking a little break, being good to myself and leaving all pressure behind, well, as much as possible with 4  medical appointments, lots of people to see and an H&M Sale going on…. Any other tips for relaxation in Seatown, let me know.

Forgive the slow posts, but I’ll check in if I think of something fabulous…

Happy New Year!

Greg

Eyes- A Poem for the New Year

Not rotted or frozen, but alive,

sleepily living despite the layer of snow.

Something there,

green,

hidden,

and eyes are blind to it- deny it even,

and live the desperation, hating that there is no green,

refusing to look at the evidence under the snow.

The sages know.

They know white contains green in its spectrum,

and theirs are the faces that smile in the cold

with the pleasant secret of knowing that there is no secret-

only eyes that choose to see wonder,

that love to look for green,

especially in a cold, white world.

~D Gregory Smith

Eve, 2009

The Eve of a new year,

the beginning of the second decade of the millennium,

and the world is still caught up in war-

war on this, war on that.

Casual war, once limited to Fridays,

slipped the dress code and no one noticed.

We play at defense of ill-conceived principles

with plastic-coated guns,

covering greed with noble words and forgetting,

forgetting- or pretending not to know

that suffering is the result

not the cause.

Forgetting the loss of heart that happens in direct assault,

seeing the narcissistic flexing of principles

as necessary,

not the vanity it is.

Forgetting that the enemy is defense.

Forgetting that war is the cheapest of cheap shots.

Amnesia,

the kind the alcoholic craves-

temporary, carefully rationalized and delusional-

the mark of the descent into dipsomanic madness.

The self-justified drunkenness,

the pretending not to know,

despite the evidence that glistens and smells on clothes and floor.

Violence breeds violence, leaves scars, prevents healing,

slaps the soul violently into chains,

leaving the heart in tatters,

incapable of compassion,

at least for a while.

Sometimes a very long while.

The virus of winning is epidemic now,

infecting everyone-

even the weakest host has the delusion

that it is right,

and that gives it the right

to rob

to kill

to rape

to convert

to taunt

to lie

to pollute

to enslave

all in the name of a fever that was never quite purged-

even in Eden.

~DGS

Irandemonium

It’s not in/on the Mainstream Media-but it looks like Iran is re-coup-ing up for revolution by the people…

Will it take this time? As usual, Sully’s on top of it.

Christmas

From the First Reading of the Christmas Vigil Mass:

“You shall be called by a new name pronounced by the mouth of the Lord….. No more will you be called ‘Forsaken’ or your land, ‘Desolate. But you will be called ‘My Delight,’ and your land ‘Espoused.’ For the Lord takes delight in you…” Isaiah 62.2

A God that takes delight. Who among us can resist the face of a delighted baby?

Not me.

That’s the kind of delight I believe in on this night. A type of joy that transcends doctrine and moral posturing, that simply enjoys and revels in the craziness of creation, desperate for attention, aiming for hope, betting on simple kindness, compassion and the better nature that can’t help but smile at the face of a delighted baby.

I’m in.

Tips for Surviving Holiday Stress and Depression

(Also published on The Bilerico Project)

Feeling stressed and/or depressed lately? You’re not alone. The Holiday Season is reported to be “problematic” for about forty-five percent of the general population, and there may be added concerns for LGBTIQ persons.

There is often so much pressure to be joyous and to share “the most wonderful time of the year”. It can be especially hard for those of us who feel wounded by the various Ghosts of Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa Past. Family and work dynamics can be hard at the best of times, during the holiday season it can reach a torturous crescendo:

“I can’t stand so-and-so, and they’re going to be at Grandma’s for dinner.”

“I do not want to go to Midnight Mass with the family, but I’m more upset by the thought of dealing with the fallout of not going.”

“I just know that Bible-thumper at work thinks I’m going to hell. The office party is always a nightmare.”

“I’m going to have to fend off all the questions of why I’m not married.”

“If they knew the truth, I’d be fired (disowned, disgraced, etc.).”

“I don’t have enough money for gifts. Shopping is so much pressure. I feel inadequate compared to….”

“I’m bringing my partner, and this is the first time. I’m worried that they’ll say or do hurtful things.”

Yep. All familiar. But there are some things to keep in mind when dealing with the stresses of the Holiday Season….

Remember, you’re not alone. “Forced Fun” with co-workers, family and extended circles of families and friends happens to everybody. Many people, straight, gay and otherwise feel that they aren’t part of the celebration because they don’t feel particularly festive or “in the Christmas Spirit”. The pressure to have fun, be nice and ignore grudges and difficulties can result in the completely opposite effect. Not out to family, co-workers or friends? This can dramatically increase holiday stress. Maintaining a front and keeping secrets is hard.

Mostly, our day-to-day lives are lived with people who care for and support us emotionally. We’ve created our own families. We’ve created routines that encourage and nurture us. We’ve developed our own beliefs. The holidays can totally upset that. Even the mentally healthiest among us can be challenged by relatives and parents, regardless of acceptance or support. Ram Dass once said, “If you think you’re enlightened, go spend a week with your parents.”

And even if we are out, during the holidays we’re often surrounded by people who may be biologically related or who share the same work, but who do not support us, or who are even openly hostile. Whether this is true or simply a suspicion or feeling, it still causes anxiety, which causes increased stress levels which often leads to some very depressing thoughts. A very slippery slope mentally….

What to do? If your particular situation seems to be causing problematic stress or depression, please seek out professional help. But for those relatively-minor-once-a-year issues, below are a few suggestions I have found helpful.  Please feel free to add your own:

  • Be aware of your anxiety. Notice when your tension levels are rising, and let yourself feel them. Feelings never hurt anybody- the actions resulting from those feelings are the real kicker, and quite often those actions happen because feelings are so bottled up that the pressure forces an explosion. Often, simply noticing and naming the anxiety can calm it.
  • Breathe. Under stress, the breath is often shallow, keeping oxygen levels at a minimum which just adds more stress. As simple as it sounds, three deep, conscious breaths can bring instant relief, slowing the heart rate, reducing hypertension- and anxiety levels.
  • “Is that true?” That question has been my lifesaver in many situations. My brain can run amok with fantasies of what people will say or do in response to me- things that I can’t possibly know for certain. Anxiety levels rise in the face of uncertainty. This simple question slows my thoughts and brings me back to the facts.
  • Be here now. Most stress involves either the past or the future- both are perspective distortion agents. Staying in the here and now reduces stress.
  • Resist the urge to self-medicate. Most people eat and drink more and exercise less than they normally would at this time of year.  If you’re prone to depression already, (and even if you’re not) a hangover and love handles won’t help. Plus, alcohol, a depressant, may seem to help for a while, but usually worsens depression and stress symptoms later on. It also reduces inhibitions, making hurt feelings, disagreements and fights much more likely.
  • Give yourself an out. If you have to spend an extended amount of time with family, work some down time into the schedule. Removing yourself from the situation can be vital, and it can be done gracefully. “I just need some alone time” is something that almost anyone will respect. There are lots of reasons to be alone- get creative. A short walk, a hot shower, a nap, an AA meeting, or even extended time behind the locked door of a bathroom can do amazing things to renew self-confidence, perspective and energy.
  • Remember, this is temporary. Most of us can survive anything for a few days. If you’re in a situation that you feel you may not be able to handle well, by all means, get out! But if staying will do less damage to yourself and others than leaving, remembering the finite nature of the visit may help.
  • Take care of yourself. You know what you need to do to be healthy. Eat well, exercise, hydrate, rest, play and give yourself permission to be human.

No matter what the situation, my greatest stressor is worrying about something I have little or no control over. Recognizing that is key. People are going to think what they think, and my thoughts or actions will probably not change that in the short amount of time I have to spend with them during the holiday season. Whether they approve of me or not is none of my business- my business is to be happy, honest, kind, and healthy- and I can do it. I do it by knowing myself and taking care of myself- even under the pressure of Midnight Mass.

Wait

In this moment I give up anger.

I may take it up again- maybe soon,

but not now.

The noise distracts

and my heart is too weak

to hold us both right now.

Maybe when there’s quiet,

maybe then.

When anger can be held

in trembling, strong hands.

Seen with kindness,

heard as data,

powerful- but not a danger.

Maybe then,

but not now.

~DGS