2 more days

to my birthday.

I am going to the beach.

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MindFreedom News Release

NEWS RELEASE – 4 March 2008 – PsychRights – MindFreedom
Media contacts: Daniel Hazen – 315-528-3385 dan@psychrights.org
Krista Erickson – 541-345-9106 krista@mindfreedom.org

More info & download PDF of news release:
http://www.mindfreedom.org/shield/psychrights

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“Forcing Psychiatric Drugs Can Increase Violence,” Warns
New Task Force on Mental Health Legal Advocacy & Activism

Promising to fight what they call pervasive and harmful violations of
mental health clients who are involuntarily drugged and
electroshocked in the United States, The Law Project for Psychiatric
Rights (PsychRights) and the MindFreedom Shield Campaign announced
today a joint Task Force on Mental Health Legal Advocacy & Activism.
The new partnership of law and nonviolent direct action has an
initial focus in the states of California, Massachusetts and New York.

PsychRights’ President Jim Gottstein declared, “People’s rights in
forced drugging proceedings are ignored as a matter of course,
resulting in great harm to them and decreased public safety.” David
Oaks, Director of MindFreedom International (MFI), noted, “Violence
by a few individuals labeled ‘mentally ill’ has led to a backlash
calling for a massive increase in forced psychiatric drugging.”

Mr. Gottstein added, “Contrary to public perception, forcing people
to take psychiatric drugs can often increase violence, rather than
decrease it. If people were warned that both taking and withdrawing
from these drugs can at times contribute to committing terrible acts,
they and their loved ones can be alert to the possibility and
tragedies averted.”

Krista Erickson, MFI board member and Chair of the MFI Shield
Campaign, said, “I’m excited about MFI and PsychRights expanding our
partnership and focusing the combined power of legal advocacy and
activism on specific cases.” The MFI Shield Campaign supports the
wishes of a member to be free of involuntary mental health
intervention with an international “Solidarity Network” of advocates.
The new Task Force plans to use both the court of law and the court
of public opinion.

Task Force organizers say the combination of PsychRights’ expertise
for strategic litigation and the “people power” of MindFreedom
activists around the country will bring a synergy and geographic
reach to their demands for people’s legal and human rights. Daniel
Hazen, Northeast Coordinator with PsychRights, added, “In the United
States the ‘mental health’ industry is a labeling system that often
dismisses self- determination, legal capacity and alternatives.
‘Treatment’ can be forced through the court systems. People ought to
‘have their day in court’ but this is often far from what actually
occurs.”

MFI is an independent nonprofit coalition defending human rights and
promoting humane alternatives in mental health. The Law Project for
Psychiatric Rights is a public interest law firm devoted to the
defense of people facing what they call the “horrors of unwarranted
forced psychiatric drugging and other forced psychiatric procedures.”
PsychRights office is in Anchorage, Alaska: http://
www.psychrights.org. The MFI office is in Eugene, Oregon: http://
www.mindfreedom.org

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Various news items

First- (personal update):
We are still unpacking but slowly finding a sense of place in our new townhome/ apartment. Several issues to deal with- mostly monetary (getting health care premiums paid, re-establishing household supplies, 2 broken vacuum cleaners…). We have a bed- donated by May T from Meeting. Food is being brought to us by strangers- nice strangers. Most animals are back- except the white cats are still at my sister’s house.

From Common Dreams:

Bush The Torturer, The Tyrant, The Disgrace

by Pierre Tristam

On Saturday, Mr. Bush vetoed a bill that would have outlawed the CIA’s use of torture in interrogations (a bill, it should be noted, John McCain, alleged opponent of torture, voted against). He had the temerity, our Dear Leader, to begin his official endorsement of torture in his radio address this morning with these words: “Good morning.” Good for him and his kind of delusional sadists, maybe. Not so good for this country, whose reputation today takes one more plunk toward the abyss of rogue and less than ordinary nations. Not so good for the rest of the world, either, whose nations have been disbelievingly howling, in Babels of translations, that most American of plaints: “Say it ain’t so.” This spring training for terrorist-interrogators (for torture is terrorism at its distilled worst), it very much is so. The United States is officially, proudly, the land of torturers. It’s true that the United States has been at this for years. But the difference here is not only that the president is endorsing torture, but that he’s doing it so openly and willfully. It isn’t arrogance anymore. It isn’t even hubris. Arrogance and hubris suggest that at least some awareness that public perceptions still matter. In Bush’s mind, perceptions are for the birds. This is pure tyranny. His statement embracing torture, a study in mendacity, is worth a line-by-line look.

“This week,” he began, “I addressed the Department of Homeland Security on its fifth anniversary and thanked the men and women who work tirelessly to keep us safe.” Really? As of last May 1, Homeland Security, the Washington Post reported, “had 138 vacancies among its top 575 positions, with the greatest voids reported in its policy, legal and intelligence sections, as well as in immigration agencies, the Federal Emergency Management Agency and the Coast Guard.” It got so bad that a panicky report was sent to the House committee overseeing the department-the department led, as we unfortunately know, by the intrepidly dismal Michael Chertoff, who captained the agency through its finest hour: its spectatorship of Hurricane Katrina’s aftermath.

“Because the danger remains,” Bush continued, “we need to ensure our intelligence officials have all the tools they need to stop the terrorists.” All the tools. Not the necessary tools, but all the tools. The most effective way not to worry about crossing the line into the dark side is not to have a line at all. For the Dear leader there is no question of nuance, of the difference between right and wrong. It is all right as long as he declares it so. By all means necessary (although I hate to soil Malcolm’s fine line, given its context, with the Dear Leader’s criminal intent). But by that reasoning, nuking Kandahar would be justified. Aren’t nuclear weapons also tools in the fight against “terrorism”? One day, the question may well be answered. Especially if the country insists on electing John McCain (and liberals who personally despise the black one or the bitch, as their prejudices couch them, insist on helping along the reactionaries).

Where Bush Lies Like a Nixonian Sweat Bead

“The bill Congress sent me would take away one of the most valuable tools in the war on terror — the CIA program to detain and question key terrorist leaders and operatives.” The bill, of course, does no such thing. It does not take away the CIA’s right to detain anyone. It does not take away the CIA’s right to question anyone. It only forbids the CIA to employ waterboarding and other forms of torture or degrading and dehumanizing treatment of inmates-inmates, we should always, always remember, who aren’t terrorists, but alleged terrorists. Until they are proven so, it is only their incarcerators who are the demonstrably proven terrorists.

Bush then lists a series of supposed terrorist attacks the interrogations foiled. We have to trust him on that one, as several of them have never been mentioned before. Trusting Bush at this point, of course, is an exercise best left to the pathologically cretinous. One example from the plots Bush does mention-the supposed attack on the Library Tower in Los Angeles. It’s an old story, peddled by his administration since 2002. But when even the Voice of America, which is barely two radio waves removed from Radio White House, gives credence to doubts about the Dear Leader’s story, it’s time to give his fictions a chance to get sold as the latest memoir. “Micheal Scheuer, who was the leading al-Qaida expert in the CIA’s counter-terrorism center in 2002,” VOA reported in 2006, “says he is not aware of any such serious threat against the West Coast in 2002. As the man in the CIA who knew more about Osama bin Laden and al-Qaida than perhaps any other agency officer, he says it is unlikely that he would not have been kept informed on such a plot. “It could be that it was very closely held, but I think that’s unlikely,” he said. “It could be just a function of my failing memory. But this doesn’t sound like anything that I would recall as a major threat, or as a major success in stopping it.’”

Brutality’s Euphemisms

Bush in his radio address then moves on to euphemizing torture as “specialized interrogation procedures to question a small number of the most dangerous terrorists under careful supervision.” It’s a little disingenuous for the man who turned extraordinary renditions into a secret competitor of Disney’s Vacation Club, the man who replaced the Soviet Union’s gulags with a secret gulag of his own (using, cleverly, the Soviet Union’s old prisons in some cases, as in Poland and Romania), the man under whose careful supervision the likes of Khaled el Masri and Maher Arar were wrongly imprisoned, tortured in Afghanistan and Syria, and released without apologies long after the CIA knew they had the wrong men-it’s a little disingenuous for that man now to claim “careful supervision” in torture chambers.

And to characterize torture as “these safe and lawful techniques.” Safe? When, by 2006, more than 100 individuals in American detention had been murdered by their captors? Lawful, when this very veto the Dear Leader is bandying about is an attempt to evade the law? But here’s his reasoning: limiting the CIA to interrogation techniques allowed only by the Army field manual would be wrong because the field manual deals with soldiers. The CIA deals with terrorists. Just as Bush on March 8 officially placed the United States as a champion of torture, Bush on this day also placed the United States as a champion of separating the race between legitimate human beings and sub-human creatures-”hardened terrorists.” The circular argument gives the appearance of perfect logic-if you’re willing to accept the notion that some human beings are not quite human beings. And isn’t that the notion once peddled in the United States about blacks-excuse me, about niggers? Isn’t that the notion peddled about Indians, at least while there were enough of them around that a distinction mattered? Isn’t that the kind of distinction some conservatives attempted to write into the Constitution with their prohibition of “oriental” immigrants at the turn of the last century?

Some things don’t change. Once a bigoted nation, always a bigoted nation. But this goes beyond bigotry. Bush is projecting an interpretation of human beings that links up with the sort of distinctions Nazi and apartheid regimes were known for, when they, too, facilitated the torture and murder of “enemies” by dehumanizing them in the eyes of the public. This is no different. He may be speaking the language of Anglo-Saxon civilization. He may be doing so from the august rooms of the White House. What he’s saying makes him no different in these regards than the tyrants of the 20 th century. His rhetoric is another chain-link to his actions: he dehumanizes in words in order to dehumanize in deeds.

Last month Michelle Obama was criticized for saying that finally, she can be proud of the United States, the implication being that she hadn’t been proud of it before Barack Obama’s hopeful run. She may want to rethink her newfound pride. There’s nothing to be proud of when the president reduces this country to rank criminality while calling it, of all things, a “higher responsibility” that is “keeping America safe.” No one should envy the next Americans to be taken prisoner by rogue nations and terrorists, now that we’re no better than either.

Now for something completely different- Big Bang/ Universe Expansion diagram:

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Today’s Rumi:

The way of love is not a subtle argument.

The door there is devestation.

Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom.

How do they learn it?

They fall, and falling

they’re given wings.

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Better Bees than Bears- my older son’s blog.

http://secretvoln.blogspot.com/

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Moved in

We are moved into the new home. It’s weird- a townhome I think they call it. I’ve not lived in an apartment kind of place in, oh, 25 years or more.

News items- not that new but still of note:

A bitter pill

This article was first published on guardian.co.uk on Tuesday February 26 2008. It was last updated at 13:39 on February 26 2008.
Antidepressants (Fluoxetine)

Capsules of Fluoxetine, the generic name for Prozac. Photograph Joe Raedle/Getty Images

“Perhaps the next time half a million people gather for a protest march on the White House green,” wrote Elizabeth Wurtzel in her bestselling book Prozac Nation, “it will not be for abortion rights or gay liberation, but because we’re all so bummed out.”

Or it might be to protest that the antidepressants so many of them had been prescribed might, after all, be dud.

Today, a major new study shows that Prozac, taken by 40 million people worldwide, does not work and nor do similar types of drugs. For a profession normally diplomatic, the words today of one of study’s authors are damning. “Given these results”, Professor Kirsch of Hull University says, “there seems little reason to prescribe antidepressant medication to any but the most severely depressed patients.”

But prescribed they have been. If Wurtzel called America the United States of Depression, statistics published last year cast the UK as the “Unhappy Kingdom”. According to mental health charity MIND, using information supplied by the NHS, 31 million batches of Prozac were prescribed in 2006 in England alone, up 6% on the year before.

Spread evenly over the UK’s 37 million people of working age, that’s nearly one prescription per adult.

And what does it cost? Antidepressant prescriptions cost the health service £3.3bn last year. One thirty-fifth of the entire NHS budget.

The class of drug called selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs), which includes Prozac, became available in the late 1980s. By 1994 the taking of such drugs was widespread and Wurtzel’s book marked the point at which they completed the journey from the shrink’s couch to the living room sofa where they have stayed. Since the early 90s the Mental Health Foundation says the number of prescriptions written for antidepressants has tripled.

GPs seem to recognise the problem. Responding to a recent survey by the Mental Health Foundation, 57% of GPs said that antidepressants were over-prescribed and that even though they had been recommended not to by the National Institute for Clinical Excellence, 55% of them used the drugs as their first response to mild or moderate depression.

More than three-quarters of GPs said they had prescribed an antidepressant in the last three years, despite believing that an alternative treatment might have been more appropriate, most commonly because there was a long waiting list for the alternative.

Oliver James, who has worked as a clinical psychologist both on and off television screens for over 30 years, doesn’t think such ready Prozac prescription will fall in the future.

He argues that diminished government funding for mental health services may explain the rise in prescriptions. “There is nothing else [GPs] can do. There just isn’t any alternative in too many parts of the country. The government try to use cognitive behaviour therapy. This just isn’t enough.”

It’s hard to tell how a Wurtzel of 14 years ago or even a Britney Spears of today would respond to being told to go for a bracing walk, but GPs are now being encouraged to prescribe “ecotherapy” instead of drugs. On this there seems to be progress.

The Mental Health Foundation claims that 22% of GPs now prescribe exercise therapy as one of their most common treatments for depression compared with only 5% three years ago.

Marjorie Wallace, chief executive of the mental health charity SANE, wants to see more evidence before discarding SSRIs, drugs that she says were once the “great hope for the future” allowing people release from the “crippling effect of the old tricyclic antidepressants which could be fatal”. If the research is validated in future Wallace fears psychological therapies will become the new prescription of choice, even though they do not work for everyone.

“These findings could remove what has been seen as a vital choice for thousands in treating what can be a life threatening condition.”

For now, Wallace pleads for sufferers to carrying on taking their medication.

Todays animated gif:

East Portland Ladie’s Club

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Update

Things have been a little overwhelming and I’ve had some psychiatric symptoms complicating things. It’s all okay, though. I’m going to be fine. And I know how to cope. I’ve been through worse.
Snook Fire/ Disaster News-
As you may already know, I was laid off  3 days after losing our home to fire. It hasn’t been a very good year so far. Except, I must say, for the support we have received from friends- that has been a blessing.
It’s been tough on Matt (our 18 year old- he was very attached to some stuff that was lost in the fire- things from when his sister was alive- he has a touch of OCD when it comes to things he associates with Erin).
The animals are mostly accounted for and safe. My sister is sitting for the two white cats (Blizzard and Annie). The humane society is boarding Mike and Noel. Daisy is being cared for by some neighbors who are “bird people” and don’t seem to mind her at all. Ruth has gone missing- cabn’t find her- but she’s probably around the old house somewhere, just freaked out.
Many people have helped us move stuff into storage and helped with clean-up and disposal of our former possessions. Julie has been working mostlyt and we both have been searchging for a home every spare minute. Matt is back to work at WallMart as of today.
We found a place to live- It’s a townhouse/ duplex near 122nd and Holgate. It has 2 bedrooms and a lot of stairs. It’s the first place where they didn’t tell us to take a hike (losing a job is not a good start to getting a rental).
We have a trustee account set up but the bank doesn’t want us to post it on the internet. If you can help, write me a comment or email me at dwellintheheart@yahoo.com or call me.
May T., Clerk of Oversight Committee at the Multnomah Monthly Meeting is the trustee- she’ll be able to access the funds for things we need like-
moving costs- deposits, getting utilities set up again,
replacing stuff we lost (e.g. Julie’s and my bedroom was gutted),
misc. expenses hard for us to pay because I just got laid off
(Re getting laid off- if anyone has a digital copy of my resume that would be great, because my copy was on the basement computer that was where the fire started.)

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Burning down the house!

My house burned down last night. No shit. Everything goner in a matter of minutes. Makes you think about what’s important. (Everybody’s okay- even the damn bird.)

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MLBM, tonight’s Rumi

Mad Liberation

By MOonLight

KBOO Radio 90.7 FM

1- 2 a.m. Late Friday night

(yes, I know that it is technically Saturday morning– relax, it’s just a radio show)

February 22, 2008

Dedicated to Everyone

who has ever been given a psychiatric label, to anyone who

experiences mental health challenges and to anybody who

has the misfortune (or good fortune) of being awake at that

hour.

You can participate!

 

Call in at (503) 231-8187

Friday nights from 1 am to 2 am following the full-moon, will be a

segment on KBOO radio (90.7 on your fm dial, to the left of NPR),

also streamed on the internet on their website,

http://www.kboo.fm/index.php will be time for of Mad Lib by

Moonlight. The program is part of the usual Friday night show, The

Outside World.

Your Radio really is talking to

 

 

you. Join the conversation.

 

 

 

Rumi: Birdwings

Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror

Up to where you are bravely working

Expecting the worst, you look, and instead

Here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see.

Your hand opens and closes.

If it were always a fist or always stretched open,

You would be paralyzed.

Your deepest presence is in every small contracting

and expanding,

The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated

As birdwings

and a silly animated gif (dalerwalkenshoes):

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Various and Sundry

I would have to say that the last couple weeks have not been the best I’ve had. They have probably been the most unpleasant by far for quite a while. It’s not all bad, even so. It’s just that much of the time lately I am confronted with visceral, ugly feelings in myself. I want to push them away but also know they are here to reach me something(s).

One thing about pain, especially the animal level of pain, even emotional, it presents a kind of clarity that cuts through other things that would otherwise seem important. It doesn’t necessarily provide a clear view- it can obscure the the things that you most need to understand. I see the image of Manjushri- the Buddha depicted with a sword, who cuts away delusion. The problem is that if you cling to the delusion, you feel like you are dying.

I cling and let go alternately, back and forth, sometimes see some balance as it swings by.

I am finding challenges in both my personal life and my work that seem to work together to make me feel confused. So, what is there to do with hard feelings? With gut level pain? With uncertainty?

Here is my image that I am cultivating. Instead of pushing away the thing that hurts or causes stress, I try to touch it- feel it in my body and heart, and hold it up to the light. By holding it up to the light I mean that I try to see it’s origins, purpose, meaning. Much of the time I find that it has at it’s roots a kind of lie- or at least a clinging to that which is untrue. It may represent the dying of an act of grasping that has no basis in reality. At the same time, I try to see it with some tenderness- grasping and clinging to things is human and a basis for our grief. Knowing this doesn’t make it less painful. Tenderness may even make it more painful- if I’m really open to the experience.

Then, after holding it tenderly in the light, I try to put it down gently. And let go.

It’s a process that happens many times through my day. It is like the directions on the shampoo bottle- Rinse, repeat. It often provides a few moments of near-joy (I haven’t mastered it enough to get that last part very well but I am inching toward it).

I’m working on a new song. I haven’t written a song in years. I don’t know much about it yet but I feel it coming.

Today my work was satisfying mostly but ended on an overwhelmed note. Then I went to an Interactive Theater workshop (From the Inside Out/ Theater for all). I went because I knew I’d benefit from being around people. Part of me was reluctant- like it was maybe some bad tasting medicine. Like I’m a social misfit and I need to get out and be around people as some kind of treatment. Two odd things happened (or three).

First I got a call from the workshop organizer asking me to pick up someone who couldn’t get to the workshop by herself. The address where she lives is far on the other side of being on my way. I was told that I could say no; I was told that if I didn’t pick her up she would miss the workshop and it was important to her. I agreed. It meant that I had to leave an hour earlier than I would have otherwise. It meant that I would not see my wife when she got home. I went.

About halfway there I got another call saying that I didn’t have to pick her up after all. That someone who lived closer to her could do it. I was already well on my way and I went ahead- driving to the address I was given. When I got there it was familiar. Then I realized that the person I was picking up was someone who I had met and worked with years ago. Someone I had helped. I felt a very positive sense of synchronicity/ congruence talking with her on the way.

At the workshop I ran into another person who I had met at previous events. It’s someone who every time I see him I find out more stuff that we have in common. His name is Tom Widdick and he is sort of famous in the mental health consumer movement as one of the founders of possibly the first modern psychiatric rights group- the Insane Liberation Front, back in 1969 or so. I just met him a few months back but I have since found that we went to the same high school (one that no longer exists), used to sell the same underground newspaper, both have diabetes, both have mental problems, know a bunch of the same people. Tonight I learned that he attends the Bridge City Friends Meeting- a sister community to the Multnomah Monthly Meeting of which I am a member. Wild. “Am I going to the family retreat this month?” he asked. “I’m not sure we can afford to go,” I said.

Oh, yes, this Friday night is MLBM- Mad Liberation by Moonlight. 1 a.m. on KBOO 90.7 or streamed at KBOO.org

All that aside- my latest favorite Rumi poem (I’ve left out the last lines because I am too tired to type it all):

No Room for Form

On the night when you cross the street

from your shop and your house

to the cemetery,

you’ll hear me hailing you from inside

the open grave, and you’ll realize

how we’ve always been together.

I am the clear consciousness-core

of your being, the same in

ecstasy as in self-hating fatigue.

That night, when you escape the fear of snakebite

and all irritation with ants, you’ll hear

my familiar voice, see the candle being lit,

smell the incense, the suprise meal fixed

by the lover inside all your other lovers.

This heart tumult is my signal

to you igniting in the tomb.

So don’t fuss about the shroud

and the graveyard road dust.

Those get ripped open and washed away

in the music of our final meeting.

And don’t look for me in a human shape. I am inside your looking. No room

for form with love this strong.

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Life, Death and Poetry

I had a scary experience today-

I’m a type one diabetic and take two different insulins to live. One of them is a slow-release, 24 hour shot (Lantus, 48 units in the morning), that provides a background level of insulin that helps keep things level from the sugar that my liver naturally adds to my blood throughout the day. The other is a fast acting insulin that helps me deal with food intake (Humalog). In using the Humalog I may over the course of the day approximate the same amount as the Lantus but it depends on my food intake and other factors. Since I generally don’t eat a lot of breakfast, my morning Humalog is in the neighborhood of 6-8 units.

Today I got them mixed up. I was distracted. Partly it was because I was reading a poem I really like to my wife- a devotional poem by the Persian mystic, Rumi. Partly I was distracted because I’ve been under a lot of stress (don’t want to go into that now- very complicated). Basically, I took an accidental overdose of the Humalog. I wasn’t really sure what I had done, still distracted, but noticed that the vials were not in the “order/ position” where they should be when I have just taken Lantus. I couldn’t be sure if I had taken the wrong insulin or if I had just messed up my usual practice of how I kept the vials(my strategy for avoiding this kind of mix-up). I felt fine- my blood sugar level had been moderately high this morning- 220 just before I took the insulin. I took a shower, my wife left for work. I figured I would know soon enough if I had made a mistake.

While in the shower I was thinking of this passage from the Teachings of Don Juan. Not that I have that great a memory (hadn’t read those books for almost 40 years) but I remembered the gist of a certain passage. I really don’t recall the exact words but the point was that death is your constant companion; “Always standing to your left, an arms length away. Usually you don’t notice him until he taps you on the shoulder.”

What I remembered was the description of how this companion could be an ally in times of confusion or indecision. The advice went something like this: “When you find yourself in doubt about how to behave/ decide in a certain situation, look to your left and ask your companion. Sometimes you will hear what he has to say and can learn something about how to respond. If instead you find that your companion turns and looks your way, you will know in a moment the triviality of your problem.”

Thinking along this line I was going about my business of the morning. Very suddenly I became disoriented, sweaty, weak- I knew what had happened and I knew I was in some serious trouble. I grabbed a liter of Sprite that I keep in the fridge for blood-sugar emergencies. I started slamming in while simultaneously dialing 911 and trying to take a blood sugar reading. I was becoming so dizzy I wasn’t sure I would be conscious for long. I got through to 911 immediately, they were very helpful, very fast and said that an ambulance would arrive soon because one was in my neighborhood. I managed to wake my son so that he could let in the EMTs when they arrived if I was incapacitated. Before I was done waking him, they were at the door. By this time I was barely conscious. and had consumed most of the Sprite.

Next thing I knew I was in the hospital with an IV getting pumped full of sugar. I was beginning to feel okay, my blood sugar readings were climbing at an acceptable rate. They kept me there for as long as it took to know that the Humalog had been depleted from my body- several boring hours. My wife Julie left work and came to keep me company. This had never happened before but we figured out a strategy to make it even more unlikely in the future. I missed work for the day, my boss/ co-worker had to cancel my appointments.

Most of the experience was boring but there was that brief moment when my “companion” turned toward me and made everything I’ve been worried about seem very trivial.

Here’s the rest. The poem I was reading to Julie when I mixed up my insulin vials:

Rumi: The Seed Market

Can you find another market like this?

Where,

With your one rose

You can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

Where,

For one seed

You get a whole wilderness?

For one weak breath,

The divine wind?

You’ve been fearful

Of being absorbed in the ground,

Or drawn up into the air.

Now, your waterbead lets go

And drops into the ocean,

Where it came from.

It no longer has the form it had,

But it is still water.

The essence is the same.

This giving up is not repenting.

It’s a deep honoring of yourself.

When the ocean comes to you as a lover,

Marry at once, quickly,

For God’s sake!

Don’t postpone it!

Existence has no better gift.

A perfect falcon, for no reason,

Has landed on your shoulder,

And become yours.

and I may as well throw in a stupid animated gif:

Breaking the rules

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PSA from Mind Freedom

WHAT:  Live interview on KBOO-FM radio about an Oregon state-wide 
coalition of Mental Health Consumer & Psychiatric Survivor groups.

WHO:  David Oaks, Director, MindFreedom will be interviewed by KBOO-
FM radio journalist Marliese Franklin.

WHEN:  This Wed., 13 February 2008, at 10:30 am PST

WHERE: KBOO-FM Radio

HOW:  Listen in Portland 90.7 fm; Corvallis 100.7 fm; Columbia Gorge 
91.9 fm

        *or* listen anywhere live online at http://www.kboo.fm

WHY:  Support the state-wide voice of people on receiving end of 
mental health care in Oregon!

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