June 5, 2020, Covid 19, Uncertainty

A patient summed it up for me this week with the one word, uncertainty.  He said it was frustrating to face the uncertainty each day. Camus’ Plague was a treatise on uncertainty and absurdity.

I talked to my accountant yesterday, a wonderful man, a gifted artist, a loving father.  He was wondering about the planning of his daughter’s wedding.  It needed to moved. Would it be okay next year or would it need to be two years. He was thinking of guests and travel and quarantines. I shared that the same had been true for my nephews wedding.  He then recommended I pay more taxes to the criminal PM Justin Trudeau and his criminal Liberal gang with their unholy alliances.  Nothing is more certain than death and taxes.  Trudeau had just doubled the taxes on death. He was channeling tax dollars to abortion, euthanasia and the UN Agenda 21. He was encouraging death as he has encouraged drugs and alcohol. The government gets a cut in these. He disarmed Canadians while selling 14 billion military supplies overseas like he’d given away the doctors and nurses personal protection equipment.

I’m weary of the media. I’m weary of the approved narratives and growing censorship.  The incursions of cultural communism masquerading as multi culturalism continue while Hong Kong residents are dying. Talk of Racism and the blacks don’t care because Hong Kong is yellow. 

I tried to explain that I was raised as a Christian. These  societal divisions today borrowed from communism and aetheism meant nothing to us. I sat with Black, yellow, brown, red and white people in church. We all attended church picnics together. We were Christians. We believed in Life and we believed in Love your neighbour as you would have them love you.  We believe in God.

Last month Trudeau accused me of have a military assault rifle. I was shocked.  I have a rabbit rifle.  Last week he accused me of being racist. I’m not racist. I am tired of being falsely accused by a coward who is unfit to run a lemonade stand or lead a school outing. 

I am old and the discrimination against the old by Trudeau and his pretty girls and boys is frightening to me. I’ve just watched thousands die in nursing homes because the government failed to do it’s job of regulation and enforcement. I just watched on tv a man shooting and burning his neighbours in the lockdown because the police didn’t didn’t do their job. I have watched looting and protesting and riots. Celebrities in pedophile rich Hollywood bail out criminals and celebrate destruction. There is apparently little more accountability anticipated than the consequences for the hockey riots in Canada where the offenders didn’t even compensate the full damages for their dastardly deeds. The courts are despicable. The judges should be utterly ashamed.  Mobs stop trains and the criminals go free. A father and his children skateboard in an empty lot and he is arrested and fined.

I’ve lead a long life of being a good citizen obeying the law and working damn hard.  I’m long past retirement with no end in sight because taxation and inflation make whatever savings I managed naught. I fear nursing homes and the communist approach to the elderly. The future is uncertain.  I find I’ve hidden money in jars here and there, $5 bills, like a kid whose known starvation  and hides bread.  I hear the anxiety in the voices of my patients and see it in their faces . 

I am thankful for Premier Horgan, Health Minister Dix and Dr. Bonnie Henry and the BC CDC.  They are little flickers of light in my world of gathering darkness. India has been invaded by 10,000 Chinese and there is endless coverage of a criminal’s death but I have to search  to find what more destruction Communist China is unleashing on the world. There are no riots in Vancouver but the news is about Alabama. Meanwhile in Hong Kong the light of freedom is going out.  I can’t find what is happening to the leaders who have gone missing. I still don’t know what happened to the doctors who were arrested and jailed in the Middle East. I had to look on the NASA site to find that the astronaughts are still. The media was covering  a woman shitting on a car as evidence of Democrat protest.  They are always ready for Trudeau’s ridiculous daily propaganda phot op. He’s such a slithering snake. And Butt is back after a vacation. The weasels never cease their hogs swill. 

I’m home in my bubble, working virtually. It may as well be a space ship. I only go out to get the mail and walk the dog. I love walks with the dogs and visits by birds and the new flowers.  I miss song and dance.

My back always hurts now. I’m waiting for a new chair that promises to stop my suffering. More bells and whistles. It will be my third such magic chair. They unfortunately stop working like magic pills.  I must move on to the latest. For now it gives me hope.  It’s paint with magic words like ergonomic and back rest adjustable and several more, an improvement on my last office chair from a decade back. 

It’s Moore’s law. The technology really is advancing. We may remain monkey and chimpanzees but we have better gadgets, hair products and facial cream.   

I was thankful today for Donald’s discourse on Yeshua.  I repeat the name Jesus Christ often.  God within. God will come again.  I have called out Yeshua, saviour, comforter in times of trial. I have cried saying his name. I have laughed saying his name. I’m afraid I’ve cursed saying his name. It is like the words, father and mother and brother and friend to me. Jesus Christ. The Desert Father Arrow prayer, Lord Jesus Christ. 

I meditated briefly , did some sit ups, loved cuddling with Gilbert and made my first cup of coffee.  I beg God I can be a better person today. I want so much to love more fully, to laugh more deeply, to care more kindly. I want to lift my head up and walk tall, not crawl on my belly.   I want to breathe love in and exhale fear. I want to know joy.  I know that Jesus Christ is all of these for me.  I know that God who I call my Lord is the centre of all joy.  I want to look for the architect as C.S. Lewis said and not look in the wall for the architect. I want to see beyond the illusions and maya and know that I am starstuff and we are all star stuff and God is Love as Jesus said. I want to embrace the moment and live in the Now like Brother Lawrence. I want to celebrate.  Praise and thanksgiving.  Thank you Lord. Thank you Jesus.  

Now lets go for a walk, Gilbert. I wouldn’t want to miss the scent of morning and sound of bird songs or the sunlight dancing on glistening dew touched leaves. 

  

Hong Kong Airport

I just flew in on Dragonair from Cambodia.  The stewardesses were exceptional. One even helped a little child down the stairs all the while the little girl was talking a mile a minute.  I really enjoyed my flight from KL to Siem Reap, Cambodia on Dragonair. The services are exceptional.
I loved flying over Hong Kong harbour. It's an amazing harbour. One of the finest, obviously, in the world. A sailor's delight.  I imagine the joy the early square riggers found in putting in here.  Even now the big boats look happy at anchor.
I remember my time here fondly, doing early morning tai chi in Chatterly Square, the only gaijin in hundreds.  Was that the name of the square? I loved that what would be a 'department' in a department store was a city block or more here. I bought my first palm pilot here, the precursor of the iPhone 4 I"m using now.  I loved typing on the little keyboard with the breast pocket palm screen adequate for my needs. I had all the medical texts and references I needed early in this digital game. I carried them with me.  Now their equivalent is on the iPhone. I've wifi and cellular internet too.
The Hong Kong Airport is ultra modern.  There's a space station feel to all air stations , for me raised on cars and trains. My dad took us up in small planes as children but I didn't fly from big airports myself till I was in my teens. Now children fly, coming and going from these air stations, taking for granted this world of hours away versus days.  Next we'll be "beaming" on Star Trek.
My flight from here to Vancouver, some 12 hours in the air, has been delayed by a wait over here for 4 more.  I've already been in the air for 3 hours and 2 hours earlier.  The Air Canada desk was pleasant and helpful, giving me a food voucher for use in Hong Kong airport. I see there's showers and after this McCafe mocha I might 'spruce' up.  If I bought a fresh shirt that would go along way to helping me feel human for this long day of travel.  Eating helps.  Travelling is tiring, surprisingly so, given that all one is doing is sitting and eating and moving through a tiny bit of space around a pale blue dot in the universe.
There must be something in the atmosphere. Psychologically there must be a displacements of sorts.  In the plane the air seems never to refresh but here in airports its something more than the neon lights.  I think it's in the press of people all in transit and all displaced. Sitting in a toilet cubicle I feel a sense of peace in the aloneness. I was in the business lounge earlier today, having flown business class, on Dragonair. There was greater quiet.  Perhaps its in the sound, the constant talk, especially here, where the Chinese do chatter, and the machine noise in the background.  I'll get out my earphones and listen to a bit of Steve Bell.  I'll be seeing him in concert one day too.
I've got some Hermes cologne. The girl at the desk didn't think I'd never need to wash again. I'm of an age where the young can be horrified, thinking I'm serious.  A shower, a fresh shirt, a meal, cologne. All that I need more is Gilbert, the cockapoo,  and a yellow tennis ball. He'd keep me entertained and would love to run the lengths of this huge complex.


   

Singapore

Vancouver to Hong Kong was 13 hours.
 A woman became faint on the plane. Apparently her eyes rolled back and she almost fell over in her chair.  The flight attendant had witnessed this and called for medical help.  She was dizzy when I arrived but could speak so with a nurse I was monitoring her after a relatively complete history and physical,the nurse as translator.  Again the question was whether to turn back the plane and again I felt it wasn't necessary.  Later I wondered if it was a conflict of interest, wanting to get on with the long flight.  She perked up after our care, amazing what relatively thorough and matter of fact history and physical exam does.   She was well on arrival so most likely vassal vagal.  Her history of hypertension, no meds or treatment, with normal blood pressure was a red herring.    The nurse thanked me for my very thorough examination and was most impressed with my attention to neurological and cardio.   I think head injury or drug abuse if asked to help with a broken finger nail these days.  I gave a report to the flight crew who duly wrote down my findings.  The Air Canada equipment was adequate.  The flight crew was exceptional.  I only used the stethoscope and penlight, the nurse used the blood pressure cuff I handed her,  but in retrospect would have like to have known if there was a laryngoscope and needles with fluids for maintaining volume.  I didn't check to ensure that was present. When I was called to help on a Northwest flight there was pretty well all the makings of a combat medical service.  I should have checked more here though it wasn't needed. Can't assume different airlines have the same equipment. Made that mistake once with a hospital emergency and had a hell of time without "standard" equipment dealing with an emergency.   The flight crew consulted their on shore medical expert. Presumably the company doctor agreed with me. We didn't turn back.  I thoroughly loved the nurse, so concerned, caring, competent and bilingual.
Due to turbulence and wind and such the plane arrived late.  I missed my connecting flight to Singapore so was an hour delayed before the 3 hour flight. Singapore Airlines were really special.  I loved the Flight Attendants uniforms.  Great meal and service.
Now I've had a shower and it's night in this beautiful city.  Hannah got me a fine room in Miramar Hotel. Would only be better with Gilbert here.  He likes hotel rooms.  I'm going to the port in the morning so will get to bed now that I'm winding down a bit.  Long flight. I feel for my friend John when he flies home to Australia.  
Here's the Miramar Hotel in the morning.  Nice place.  Central.