I found a pleasant park nearby my hotel for escaping from Beijing crowds:
As I was taking in all this peaceful beauty, I enjoyed a few minutes of not seeing double before my eyes started acting up again. I am fighting to be brave and to only focus on the positive possibilities, but for a few minutes I couldn't help but contemplate what will happen if the surgery is unsuccessful. How long would I have left of being able to use two eyes? How would my daily life work out? I would try to stay in China, certainly, but how much longer before I just needed too much help or couldn't be at all useful? It was terrifying to think about it. I need my eyes so much . . . the thought of them failing me completely and forever is a nightmare that catches in my throat.
Fortunately, I'm usually able to keep my mind on the 75% chance that I'll soon be back to seeing only one park instead of two.
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Tuesday, April 16, 2013
It Works by Scaring the Migraine away . . .
I spent most of the weekend with a migraine, just taking a bit of time out for a Sunday school lesson that did not go so well as planned (when you plan for nine kids aged 6-10 and instead get about twenty kids, aged 4-10 . . . things fall apart). I suspected that the origin stemmed from my neck, which still has not recovered from that car accident two years ago. Unpleasantly, my migraine enjoyed its comfortable life in my head so much that he even stuck around for Monday. So, after school, my friend Maggie insisted upon taking me for some good ole Torture Treatment (my special name for Chinese medicine).
It works . . . but oh, does it hurt.
It works . . . but oh, does it hurt.
I've done this type of treatment many times before and although I hate it while it's happening, it actually does improve things. For example, when I had a very serious flu (might have actually been pneumonia) last October, I simply could not get better. I had all kinds of Western medicine to deal with symptoms, but none of it was even touching the real problems. When I finally did three days in a row of even-more-intensive-than-last-night Chinese medicine, I radically improved. In three days time, I went from feverish and miserable to all the way better.
When I went last night, the lady who treated me was able to tell exactly what was wrong with me from just touching certain places on my back. She knew all sorts of details like exactly where the migraine was, where my blood was not circulating well, etc. She said that my neck was badly jammed and spent a long time working on it. According to Chinese medicine, the darker the purple left by the cupping, the more serious your problem is. If your body is doing well, the cupping actually only leaves light red marks (I have in fact seen and experienced this). As you can see in the picture above, my neck turned VERY dark purple, in exactly the areas that were hurting the most over the past few weeks.
Today, I am quite colorful: covered in dark purple marks from last night's cupping therapy, some areas are red from scraping treatment, plus I am also nicely be-spotted with bruises from the heavy massage treatment. There is a bit of swelling, too. It did actually end my three-day migraine. Of course, I am quite sore everywhere else today! I feel a bit like some hamburger meat that got beat up by a gang of bullies.
My left arm is a work of art:
I have my own theory about how and why Chinese medicine works, though I am at a loss as to how to prove it scientifically: I believe that the pain or illness, upon personally witnessing exactly what you are willing to go through to rid your body of it, becomes horribly frightened and flees the scene. Judging by the amount of pain I went through last night, my former migraine currently is probably huddled in a fetal position somewhere in the middle of Canada, whimpering as it self-consoles to recuperate from its abject terror.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Photos from Spring and Summer Travels
I am in no way artistic, so I make no apologies for the complete lack of artistry in my photographs. I see something that pleases me, and so I push the button and capture it. I just don't think that some things need added embellishment.
| 长白山 (Chang Baishan, Jilin Province) - It can only be seen two days out of every year (in a good year). The side I am on is China - the mountains across from where I am standing are in North Korea. |
| 长白山 |
| 长白山 |
| 景山公园 (Jingshan Park), Beijing |
| 景山公园 (Jingshan Park), Beijing |
| At the Ming Tombs. |
| At the Ming Tombs. |
| 长城 |
| 天坛 (Temple of Heaven, Beijing) |
| I just love all the vivid colors. 天坛 was probably my favorite part of Beijing, despite my massive migraine at the time. |
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Where Have All the Outlets Gone?
I think I've partially solved the mystery of my increased headaches (besides the two health issues): it's the lack of outlets for my stress and emotions. While I have always been a person who actually thrives, to an extent, on stress, here I have encountered a situation never previously dealt with: my primary outlets for stress are completely gone. Additionally, I have dealt with a considerable amount of emotion here, something I am not generally comfortable with or welcoming to (I generally completely avoid anger, and I have a similar response to sadness and grief).
My biggest outlet was always the presence of a pet, usually a dog. In fact, I have only spent two years out of my entire life NOT having a dog (not including this almost-a-year in China). I never realized just how much that meant to me until now. I wondered recently how I coped with loneliness in Korea, since I was so isolated in Gyeongju. The answer is Jasper. That furry darling got me through a lot; I don't know that I would have made it through grad school without him and, later, Eowyn. But here, I've had to give that up. I dream at night about Jasper and Eowyn, and I often wake up feeling a sense of emptiness at their absence. In the past, empty apartments never felt so empty as this one does now. Some days I almost dread the apartment, knowing that no one furry is waiting with wagging tail to greet me. During the difficult emotional times, such as now, the apartment almost feels like a prison at some moments.
I also have greatly missed my jewelry-making, though not nearly to the extent that I miss having a dog. When I was packing for China, I wanted to bring my supplies, but since I had no idea what situation I would be entering, I was afraid to bring too many things that would have to be carted back to America if things didn't work out (clothes can easily be disposed of, but not all belongings are so easy to part with -- a lot of money went into my jewelry supplies!). On the bright side, I'll at least have these things when my parents come to visit in two months.
My third missing outlet is a bike -- what a difference that made in Korea! Riding past the tombs, the rice paddies, the temples . . . it was rejuvenating. I have thought about buying a bike here, but being more in a city than ever before in my life, I am uncertain about the quality of rides that I would have. Somehow I can't imagine gaining quite as much relaxation from back alley streets as I found pedaling past cornfields in Michigan, the river in Gyeongju, the flowering dogwoods and Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia.
I've made studying Chinese an outlet here, and it does honestly help, but I think I really need to find another outlet as well, one that perhaps uses my mind a bit less. My writing, at present, just adds stress -- the more I read through and edit Sídhe Eyes, the more I grow to hate what I have written. At present, I am thoroughly convinced that my novel is the most uninspired and nauseating piece of drivel ever written. I'd love to step away from it, but I can't let down the rest of Lantern Hollow Press. And honestly, I do want to publish the thing . . . I just kind of want to burn it first. I keep hoping that it will turn out like my thesis -- I spent the whole time convinced I had written something completely bush-league and pathetic, but when I recently reread it, I was actually a bit impressed (I even, I will admit, briefly again entertained the thought of expanding it into a book -- delusions of grandeur, I know).
I guess I'll just have to keep searching until I find that perfect outlet for life in China.
Any suggestions?
My biggest outlet was always the presence of a pet, usually a dog. In fact, I have only spent two years out of my entire life NOT having a dog (not including this almost-a-year in China). I never realized just how much that meant to me until now. I wondered recently how I coped with loneliness in Korea, since I was so isolated in Gyeongju. The answer is Jasper. That furry darling got me through a lot; I don't know that I would have made it through grad school without him and, later, Eowyn. But here, I've had to give that up. I dream at night about Jasper and Eowyn, and I often wake up feeling a sense of emptiness at their absence. In the past, empty apartments never felt so empty as this one does now. Some days I almost dread the apartment, knowing that no one furry is waiting with wagging tail to greet me. During the difficult emotional times, such as now, the apartment almost feels like a prison at some moments.
I also have greatly missed my jewelry-making, though not nearly to the extent that I miss having a dog. When I was packing for China, I wanted to bring my supplies, but since I had no idea what situation I would be entering, I was afraid to bring too many things that would have to be carted back to America if things didn't work out (clothes can easily be disposed of, but not all belongings are so easy to part with -- a lot of money went into my jewelry supplies!). On the bright side, I'll at least have these things when my parents come to visit in two months.
My third missing outlet is a bike -- what a difference that made in Korea! Riding past the tombs, the rice paddies, the temples . . . it was rejuvenating. I have thought about buying a bike here, but being more in a city than ever before in my life, I am uncertain about the quality of rides that I would have. Somehow I can't imagine gaining quite as much relaxation from back alley streets as I found pedaling past cornfields in Michigan, the river in Gyeongju, the flowering dogwoods and Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia.
I've made studying Chinese an outlet here, and it does honestly help, but I think I really need to find another outlet as well, one that perhaps uses my mind a bit less. My writing, at present, just adds stress -- the more I read through and edit Sídhe Eyes, the more I grow to hate what I have written. At present, I am thoroughly convinced that my novel is the most uninspired and nauseating piece of drivel ever written. I'd love to step away from it, but I can't let down the rest of Lantern Hollow Press. And honestly, I do want to publish the thing . . . I just kind of want to burn it first. I keep hoping that it will turn out like my thesis -- I spent the whole time convinced I had written something completely bush-league and pathetic, but when I recently reread it, I was actually a bit impressed (I even, I will admit, briefly again entertained the thought of expanding it into a book -- delusions of grandeur, I know).
I guess I'll just have to keep searching until I find that perfect outlet for life in China.
Any suggestions?
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Pictures from Weifang (courtesy of Kathryn)
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| Memorial to Eric Liddell, who died in the concentration camp that is now a park. |
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| This gorgeous archway opens into what was once a concentration camp. |
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| Kathryn, my closest non-Chinese friend here in the "Middle Kingdom" |
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| This place is so enchanting that I am convinced dragons must live there. |
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| Doing my best "Chinese pose" in the archway. |
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| Even with the algae, I still thought this spot was pretty. |
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| Paths like this one demand to be walked down. |
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| Memorial to those who were imprisoned at the concentration camp. |
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| This canopy was overhead on one of the many paths through Liddell Park. |
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| The base of the memorial, listing the names. |
Monday, October 31, 2011
More Penglai Photos (Courtesy of Kathryn and Susie)
Here are a few more photos from lovely Penglai. It really is a special place.
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| Memorial to Lottie Moon |
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| Southern Baptist church next to Lottie's church |
| Yes, occasionally I wind up in photographs. Susie said, "Stephanie, stand there!" |
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| They were preparing for a wedding at our hotel. In China, wedding = lots of fireworks. |
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| These sorts of things always get inflated for weddings. Behind the balloon creatures is the hotel we stayed at. |
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Penglai Photos (Courtesy of Kathryn)
Here are some more photos from our enchanting travels two weeks ago:
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| Just look at these "delectables" for sale! Anyone hungry? |
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| Perhaps this tasty lunch would please your palate more. |
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| Yummy! |
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| Boats lined up along the waterfront. |
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| A gorgeous temple and pagoda |
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| China is full of beautiful architectural features like this. |
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| There's just something cool about seeing all these old boats lined up. I wonder what stories they could tell? |
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| More old-fashioned boats at sea (Yellow Sea) |
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| I love the fantastic colors of this pagoda. |
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| Closer shot of the temple (pictured earlier) |
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| The Eight Immortals (Linda and Maggie explained some of the legends about them to me) |
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| Chinese countryside |
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| Kathryn and I |
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| Every now and then, I have to pinch myself -- I just can't believe that I get to LIVE in this country! |
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| Such an awesome sight! |
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| This is by the church that Lottie Moon built. This path makes me want to run down it! |
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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?
Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.
O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"
~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?
Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.
O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"
~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"









































