06-FEB-B-4
EVENTS OF
THE PRESIDENT’S DAY WEEKEND
NEAR
DERWOOD,
AS THE SNOW
MELTS AND THE PAPERS ARE COAXED OUT OF THE HAT IN TRYING TO CATCH UP AND AHEAD
OF SCHEDULES SHRINKING IN FRONT OF ME
February 17—20, 2006
I just learned late on Friday that
Monday was a holiday, both Federal; and for the “
I had started at 6:30 AM fasting. There were many details I had wanted to accomplish, and the first was an email to Andrea Casey she had requested accepting the terms of my waiving the “Inc” in Organizational Learning and accepting a ”C” grade (the first on my record) rather than have the written Comps postponed by months to years. The second involved changing the grade to No-Pass on my HRD 390 dissertation proposal course form the summer in order that I might re-submit a revised literature review, which I did after spending a day home on Thursday after running on the Needwood Bike Trail (despite an aching stiff back) awaiting the oil change and servicing of the Audi A-4. I had to re-submit the paper citing the name Mezirow in almost every sentence to support the psychologic investigation of the transformational learning of medical students that I have witnessed or experienced over four decades of international medical missions. I hoped that the extensive acknowledgment of literature written long after the idea to do this study has been developed would make it appear that I have never had a novel idea of my own, but every word I utter came directly form some previous experience reported by others.
I sent the note to Andrea Casey who then went to the Dean of the Graduate School Nancy Gilmore and got the final OK and sent me back an email confirming that I could take both Oral Comps (a given before the crisis) but ALSO the writtens two days later with my Cohort 16 classmates, a short time after all the cramming and preparation were done for both orals and writtens rather than months to years later. This would allow me to proceed directly into the dissertation phase along with my colleagues which would require a hundred page dissertation proposal and all the IRB approvals to get the students to answer questions, which means that the research I have already done is invalid since no “approval” had been issued for me to ask anyone anything. So, it seems that this big hurdle is over—now I just have to produce, on demand and on schedule, at least one third of the interval time during which I will be gone.
I then tried to handle a long list
of the items I had listed for myself to get done in paperwork, and a whole
flurry of near desperate emails and calls form last minute
I left to go to the Lipid Research
Clinic where my BP was re-measured on the fancy impedance device---repeated
often it is 96/60, HR 48 seated. I had
explained the unusual single factor of cardiac risk which appeared only last
year at the same time when I had just arrived from
All day I worked on paperwork
getting out reports on students that were needed urgently even though the
urgently needed evaluations of the Philippine experience and the show and tell
program now a week past due were not produced in turn. I had tried to catch up
on the email backlog, and sent a note to George Sevich letting him know I was
unhappy about the sudden call that the Tur hide was ready (eight months late)
but would be hostaged in a secret place until I coughed up the money for some new
charges for the p[re-paid hunt. I tried
to Xerox a couple of copies of the SHDW through the recalcitrant new Xerox
before it gets a code charger device on it to assign to me the toll for the
copies I make. A lawyer was visiting DC
to talk with me and attend a wedding, and he blew off my appointment with him
as his wife was not interested in his mixing the family event with
business—clearly an advantage for his write off. I found the USAir ticket I had bought for the
aborted
I searched everywhere in
Saturday I ran. It was hard. First, it was thirty degrees colder than my last run and my new “breathable “ Reeboks made my feet cold to the point of numbness. But, it was also a problem that my back had been so troublesome that it made my leg numb, stiff and painful, and I had to stretch several times while running, less often than I had to do the same when standing around, as I did next in a shopping run around Giant for extensive grocery shopping. The only happy part of that trip was the arrival of the annual Sports Illustrated Swim Suit (or “paint”) issue, always the only cheerful point in the doldrums of the year.
SWAPPING
VISITS WITH MY NEIGHBORS,
ASFAW AND
TENNEY FANTA AND FAMILY
It was about eighteen months or
more ago that I had invited the Fantas to come to see my house, which was
gutted at that time and promised a return tour when it was finished. They had invited me over for lunch at about
two o’clock for a big Ethiopian dinner feast and much wine and after dinner
drinks which needed a fair amount of Ethiopian coffee to stand up straight,
which itself was hard to do because of my recalcitrant back pain. They had been eager for me to meet a friend
who was on Fulbright at Johns Hopkins doing environmental health and I talked
with him about both the
I tried to run a couple of times in the bright sunny but very cold wintry weather. I was handicapped by a really bad stiffness in my back and a secondary pain and numbness down my leg (now predominantly my right.) It stretches out when I stop to do so, but it is a problem in re-doing that every mile until it recurs after shorter and shorter intervals along with run, and some of the time I must just limp along. I got my 25th MCM marathon patch and certificate, and thought as I put them on the shelf, somewhat wistfully, “I wonder if the 100th was also the last?” I am not waiting to find out since I paid for and am registered in the 31st running of the MCM this next October.
Something else might be happening this October. I got a call form Howell Simmons, the engineer whom I had sat next o on the plane as I was headed out to visit Michael, Judy and the twins last October, and went through Denver to which I would be returning to rent a Durango, buy the groceries and get up the mountains to hunt elk in the snow. He had started me talking about hunts and medical missions and he had asked to introduce me to pastor Jupa of Rwanda, and the rest—as they say, is history.
Howell Simmons called just after I
had arranged with the foursome of my Mindanao mission to set up the Show and
Tell presentation for Monday noon February 27, and with the
I hosted a brief visit by Craig Schaefer who had driven over and I told him to use the key and come on in as I was on my way back form church. I had forgotten that I had set the alarm, so he triggered it upon entry. He called me to turn off the alarm, but not before I had a call form ADT Security services, which I am happy to know is on the job—and I was able to keep them form sending the police over since a false alarm starts at $25, and works its way on repetition up to $1000 per call.
At church there was an embarrassing moment also. A derelict parishioner named Caroline who usually sits in the front row and is quite audible in all her remarks has been quick to tell of her recent transformation in which she is off “all mind-altering substances” and came to church a few weeks looking quite respectable. But, Sunday was not one of those days, and she barged in late and moved to the front, drunk and disruptive and was ushered out screaming that the church was dead and she had no more use for it. The deacons have been very busy with her as had been the pastor, so this was an unwelcome backsliding; but the group prayed for her that the storm might be calmed and she would be saved from further danger.
Now, I have to hunker down and write multiple papers and quickly so, despite a few other weekend visitors and a hope for another run in the cold during these “GW holidays.”