In The Mind's Eye

Hi there! I'm not famous; you might not be famous, either. It's OK. I enjoy photography, fly fishing, and performing amateur surgery. This blog contains images and writing that I find interesting. I sometimes post my own photos and writing, but no surgery is performed here.
There is occasional nudity in this blog, hence the NSFW designation.
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I am moving all my original photographs to a new blog:

lightartistry.tumblr.com

come on over and check it out...

I’ve Kind of Moved…

Folks:

I pretty much only post from my new blog now. Sometimes I’m over here to see what you’re up to.  Take care!

Moving all my original content…

Folks:

I’m moving all my original photos/writing to a new tumblr. You can follow me if you like that kind of stuff.

lightartistry.tumblr.com

Hope to see some of you over there. I don’t expect many, just the 5 or 6 people who actually read/view my stuff.

Cheerio!!

In case you were wondering…

Yes, I have a lot of beautiful photos of Grace. I could post one a day every day for a year and still not run out.

And the good news? I’m doing another photo shoot with her next week. She is probably moving from the area over the summer, so I need to photograph her while I can! She is unbelievably easy to work with.

I probably shouldn’t do this, but if you’re in the DC area and want to go take photos/tour around/do a photo shoot with me/or model for me, just drop me a line!

jvnk:

SHIKA Street Food Project

SHIKA is a different street food concept that combines the Portuguese culture with the Japanese cuisine. The brand is for an urban and dynamic target and the logo is the outward expression of that. Mobility is the innovative aspect of Shika, almost everything happens in a motorized tricycle with a completely equipped kitchen on it!

Branding by Maan Design Studio

Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stress; working hard for something we love is called passion.

—Simon Sinek  (via wanduring)

(Source: psych-facts, via this-ismy-forever)

Four years ago today: redux

Two weeks ago I posted my experience of going under the knife four years ago. Well, two weeks after that experience, I found myself in the hospital again :)

The evening started out lovely.  My wife and I took our nephew and his wife out to dinner to celebrate their birthdays. We went to the Peking Gourmet Inn between 7-corners and Baileys Crossroads in Falls Church, Virginia, near Washington, D.C. This is a pretty famous Chinese restaurant that specialized in Peking duck.  Many luminaries have eaten here, including the past 4 or 5 Presidents of the U.S., and tons of other famous people.

The meal was fantastic, as always! I’ve never had a bad meal here, ever.

Late that evening, I started to feel a case of heartburn coming on. I’d had this once or twice before: very unpleasant. I went downstairs to sleep on the couch in an attempt to get through the night.

The heartburn got worse and worse, until the only words that can describe it are “intense pain.” By morning, I started vomiting. Around mid-morning, I tried to get up, but fell over onto the floor, doubled up in pain. My wife thought I had suffered food poisoning, and called my nephew and his wife to check with them:  no, no problems there!

Around noon, my wife convinced me I must have appendicitis, even though my pain was definitely mid-line from below my chest to my navel.  I climbed into the car and we drove to the hospital.

We arrived, I described my symptoms, they palpitated me, and said it probably wasn’t appendicitis, They drew blood, I vomited again, they came back a few minutes later, with my doctor this time, and he told me I had acute pancreatitis.

This lovely little illness was, in my case, caused by a gallstone (I didn’t even know I had them), traveling down the duct from the gall bladder to my intestines. That, in fact, was the “heart burn” I thought I was experiencing. But, along the way, the stone decided to lodge itself in the duct, but between the intestine and the pancreas.

The pancreas, my doctor informed me, does not “just” generate insulin.  It generates a hell of a lot of enzymes that are used to digest food, In this case, with the duct between the pancreas and my intestines blocked, the enzymes had nowhere to go but back over the pancreas. In essence, the pancreas was digesting itself.

Untreated, acute pancreatitis is, more often than not, fatal. The pancreas kills itself, usually resulting in hemorrhaging and necrosis.  Lovely. Plus, it is incredibly painful.

And the treatment? Well, you have to get the pancreas to turn off. The only way to do that is to not eat or drink until things die down.  Usually 4 or 5 days.  Lovely.

So, I ended up hospitalized, living on an IV, and begging for Dilauded every two hours.

I cannot describe to you how excruciating the pain was. Nor can I describe the immediate, wonderful relief from the pain when the nurse gave me an injection of Dilauded.

I was not allowed any food or water for 4 days. My intestines stopped working, and my abdomen bloated in an amazing way. It wasn’t much fun.

I did have an interesting experience. The hospital had a choice of movies to view. I chose to watch “Yes Man,”  Over and over again.  I now love that movie. I think it has something to do with being on an opiate at the time ;)

I was released from the hospital at the end of a week. I went home with a bottle of percocet to help with the pain, because believe me, I still had a LOT of pain!

I found I was incredibly week. I could hardly walk 20 yards. And by the end of the first day home, I was experiencing withdrawal symptoms from my friend Dilauded. Several times I broke into a muck sweat and had the shakes. It was pretty unpleasant.

It took two months to recover my strength. During that time I ate an almost fat-free diet (to prevent another gall stone attack). At the end of those two months, I went in again and had my gall bladder removed (to prevent it ever happening again).

May this never happen to you or your loved ones ;)

Don’t start your day with the broken pieces of yesterday. Every day is a fresh start. Each day is a new beginning. Every morning we wake up is the first day of the rest of our life.

30 Truths I’ve Learned in 30 Years

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© sophie ruggiero
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lausanne

OMG but I want this mixer!

sof1976:

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© sophie ruggiero

2014

lausanne

OMG but I want this mixer!

Sometimes there is no next time,
no time-outs,
no second chances.
Sometimes it’s now or never.

—Alan Bennett (via arkitextura)

Hit a HUGE pothole Thursday night and destroyed my suspension :(

Hit a HUGE pothole Thursday night and destroyed my suspension :(