Visiting Flat Creek again

 Visiting Flat Creek in Montreat NC...I was attracted to these medium size little fish.

Three fish on a rock. I first noticed this kind of fish, much bigger than the many minnows, by it's actions of stirring up mud which showed where they were through the reflections on the water. 

Friends say they are probably Northern Hogsuckers.

Wikipedia says this:

The northern hogsucker (Hypentelium nigricans) is a freshwater ray-finned fish belonging to the family Catostomidae, the suckers. It is native to the United States and Canada where it is found in streams and rivers. It prefers clear, fast-flowing water, where it can forage on the riverbed for crustaceans, mollusks, aquatic insects, algae and detritus. It turns over small pebbles and scrapes materials off rocks and sucks up the particles, and other species of fish sometimes station themselves downstream from its activities. Breeding takes place on gravel bottoms in shallow riffles in late spring. This fish is susceptible to such man-made disturbances as channelization, sedimentation, pollution, and dam construction. However, it has a wide range and is a common species so the International Union for Conservation of Nature has rated its conservation status as being of "least concern".

Are they edible? Nothing said so.

There used to be a foot bridge across the creek to a short trail on the other side, as well as a lengthy trail up to the town of Montreat, and another trail which went up the mountain to a lookout. This parking area is no longer an access to any of them, thanks to Hurricane Helene which flooded the whole area.

This is part of the bed of the bridge which has been cobbled together, but as you can see on the right half, it only has the support struts, and no planks upon which to walk. Further downstream is a repaired road crossing which provides access to the public utilities on the far side, and probably the trails if they are open.

The gravel road on the opposite side just goes to a little shed for the utility people around the curve. The huge bolder in the creek used to be further upstream and I often would sit in that area.

Here's a photo of that tree and rock taken 3 weeks before the storm Sept 29, 2024. 

April 1, 2026 with a bit of the debris still at the base of the trees.

Fun just looking at reflections, then I noticed all the activity under the water!

Standing on this bank, you can see how I was higher over the water on this side of the creek.

But I got my photos and returned to my own life.

First I bought a $3 cup of lemonade from these two boys (seen here selling some to a couple of hikers as well) Wow, I asked what the money was going for (thinking how Montreat is a community of retired Presbyterian ministers, as well as a Christian college.) The lad said something about 2 other percentages, and he would put 10% in his savings. 

I drove back through the Montreat gateway to go enjoy a lunch of fried fish and chips!

Sorry, couldn't wait to eat a bit before the photo! It's called Mountain to Sea on the menu below.

The view from the Trailhead restaurant. I timed it wrong and missed the free lunch right across the street at the Methodist Church which is offered for contributions each Wednesday at 11:30. I didn't eat until after 12:30. But I did have seconds as my supper.

The further you distance yourself from your expectations, the more exhilarating your life will become. ------------ This was written several days before my recent hospitalization. This is what my normal life was like...and I hope in a few more weeks I can be back to walking around town or the woods. Until then, I'm afraid I'll rely upon stored photos. ----------- If you're local to me, here's a poster I was recently sent... There have been several trainings given in the area of how to protest.

Surviving and getting mad

Pulling a tangle of tubing around behind me at my home, to have the oxygen available while moving around. The trick is to not trip on it...which means making another decision about how to walk, turn, step. Another F-ing Educational process. AFGO was the term we used in college. Another F-ing Growth Opportunity. Not doing a bit of growing here...just surviving!
 

A last fun view of the mountains outside my hospital window. That's of course just a cloud coming over the top of the highest one, not snow!

The last tiny room had a wall of windows. I figured out finally that the building that predominates is actually AB Tech...our technical college. I've never visited it, just seen the turnoff signs. This was dawn of Wednesday.

By 10 am I had heard horribly loud construction drilling going on. You know, electric drills into metal studs. Intermittent of course. They took a lunch break. I called to a head person when they returned. I was mad. I told how 6 months ago I'd been in this hospital and endured 2 days of this kind of noise behind (above) my bed. I had no rest all day long. Then the 3rd day they were gone (weekend perhaps). And I finally was able to sleep and feel better. I remembered immediately how that experience affected my healing process. I demanded another room.

One was available, and I would be able to move soon. But then two doctors visited, and one (the house doctor) said I could go home if I could reassure him that I had oxygen overnight.

I dumbly didn't lie.

The machine at home was not acceptable to me, as it had specks of dark stuff and dust all over it from a dirty air handler in the wall behind it. The air handler had been cleaned, but I hadn't gotten around to getting the oxygen concentrator cleaned/changed yet. So I could use the portable oxygen machine, which had a battery which lasted about 3 hours, and could be recharged. I proposed just leaving it on the charger all night. Seemed like an answer to that.

But various discussions outside my hearing were held (probably phone calls between their seeing patients.)

I was on hold whether to move to another room and stay another night.

Would that even be an answer to overnight oxygen?

The home health agency only comes to my village once a week, fortunately Thursdays...the next day! But they couldn't get in my apartment unless someone came over and stayed there until the delivery guy arrived, which was open to anytime during that day. None of my friends could do that for me. If I didn't go home, I couldn't let him repair/change the unit, and I couldn't go home and sleep the night before...

Is that the definition of a Chinese Fire Drill? Or what is it called? Catch 22 probably.

The Case Manager and the Doc finally came to an agreement that I could go home, use the portable O2 unit to sleep with, and be there for the concentrator repair guy the next day.

The move to another room had been canceled. During many of the discussions with the medical staff in my room, they got to hear the construction drilling noise. I feel for any patients who remained nearby. That room would only be appropriate for someone totally deaf, or comatose!

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First day at home included re-establishing some of the breathing equipment in a different location, to see if it will be more comfortable using it there. I lost track of all the phone calls to various medical people, setting up and changing appointments, talking with nurses about concerns over side effects, and finally getting a written message through the patient portal with my pulmonologist. He read the hospital notes and said he agreed with the treatments, and reassured me the side effects I was having were normal enough to not cause concern.

Freedom means responsibilities

Out that door. This is the little discharge cubby (don’t know their term for these numbered cavelike rooms)  where I heard the last wishes from my Doctors. Yes, I will watch both ways, yes I will continue to breathe…and take my pills as directed. Just let me OUT!

 Not at all flattering, but modesty had to go by the wayside while my body was poked, stuck and measured in so many ways by so many others.

Am I well? Well, as much as I can expect for right now. Much much better than last Friday night. So as always, there were trials and errors by the medical team. But I was well treated…up to a point. More on that later.

For now I just want to be back in the reality of my home, my coffee, my machine from which it flows whenever I wish. Freedom!

Responsibilities are hitting me. I’ve been fed, bathed (no kidding) and medicated all by the wishes, whims, or timing of others. Now I had to figure those things out for myself.

After my dear friend picked me up Wednesday afternoon, we drove by the pharmacy to get my new antibiotics. Then to the pizza place where I got a personal pan pizza and chicken Caesar salad to go. Then pull my cart into the house, sit down and eat a slice of pizza. (After all one has to keep up one’s strength.)

Then set up the breathing equipment here at home again…to have oxygen when needed. 

When needed? Is there a bell on me that goes off when I need it? This continues to be a nightmare. I have no idea. Here I am trying to make a decision whether to wear the cannula and carry the portable concentrator (see, I finally learned a term for the thingie) or not.

Trial and error . Mmmm.

It’s 35 degrees outside, and the sun is up. I love seeing the dogwood in full bloom after 5 days away. Maybe I’ll go closer and get more photos. Frost warnings for the next day. Dogwood winter, it happened.

Gratitude to still be able to enjoy the beauties in life. Blooms. Weather. Sun on a mountainside outside my windows. Bird song. The puff of the concentrator by my side proving I’m breathing!

And so grateful for the care which I’ve received.

Thank you to all who have communicated with me. I’ve never looked into the eyes of all of these great supportive bloggers (except a couple who live near Asheville.) But the humanity shared is worldwide. Each day has the gift of your own sharings here, as well as true connections in your comments. I did cut back on my blogging time (aren’t some of you glad for that!) but it was a daily plus when I could look on my iPad and see what was happening in Scotland, Germany, Sweeden, New Zealand, Canada and other US states.  My deepest appreciation for blogger.

In the pink

 

This is what life looked like at my house the last time I was there…Friday.

Today I woke up feeling a lot better. I said “This is better Barbara day.”

 

My view today is a bit different looking

This was a minor inconvenience, but with necessary results 

This plastic vest has tubes for pressurized air all through it that vibrate which loosens up the stuff in my lungs to help me cough. My main discomfort was that I sweat. It definitely doesn’t breathe ha ha ha ha but first you’re going to sweat and eventually you get to breathe.  Bronchiectasis means chronic coughs and the goal is to cough the stuff out.

Sorry about this crazy formatting.

The other thing that finally happened was getting a medline- a longer IV line for me to keep getting antibiotics. The first 7 tries gave 3 that lasted for less than 24 hours…apparently my veins clot up and block further stuff from getting in.

They tried once with a muscle injection, and it was the worst pain I’ve ever had. 

 I am quite unhappy with how long it took to get this better, more permanent line in.  Three doctors and repeated nurse calls, and finally it’s done. I don’t know what ports are like but this is shorter than a PICC line is all I know.

I am waiting for my first dose of antibiotics since yesterday’s muscular hell around 9 am - which I don’t think is a good span without antibiotics…it’s 3:30 pm when writing this.

The good news is having great laughs with a female EKG ultrasound technician while she took pictures of my heart and with the phlebotomist who had his own ultrasound machine to put in the new IV. He is from Sarasota FL, and she is from near Boston MA. They both are traveling employees of HCA, which owns our hospital.

An answer to a question several people asked, how did I get this infection? I pumped the third Dr who’s visited me about staph pneumonia 

Airborne probably since it’s in my lungs probably from someone who was sick. Then he proceeded to try to be sure I didn’t become a hermit.  

It’s not likely! These are some things I learned from the pandemic - I will definitely wear masks around strangers more.

And wash my hands more often and try to keep fingers out of eyes and nose.

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He who, when called upon to speak a disagreeable truth, tells it boldly and has done, is both bolder and milder than he who nibbles in a low voice and never ceases nibbling. -

Johann Kaspar Lavater, poet, writer, philosopher (15 Nov 1741-1801)

Getting treatment!

 

Pulled pork barbecue, mashed sweet potatoes, broccoli, etc. that was Easter evening

Part of the view Outside my window

My nursing assistant with a great braid!

The test so far have shown I have staph In Both lungs and My blood.So at least it’s treatable.

Nothing much else new on this front!

Monday again

 

Space...the final frontier. Well, at least the moon again!

An excellent read. Slowly. Not something to digest in minutes.

I heard about Tyson Yunkaporta when Starhawk quoted him. 

“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.”

― Mahatma Gandhi

Our human compassion binds us the one to the other — not in pity or patronizingly, but as human beings who have learnt how to turn our common suffering into hope for the future. —Nelson Mandela

Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of the overcoming of it.

HELEN KELLER

Good news and not so good news

Passenger trains may again run from Asheville to Statesville again!

The not so good news is my health just landed me in the hospital again!

The first of about 6 attempts to give antibiotics to my pneumonia-attacked body. The 7th was done by a Vein Team member with quick precision by a young man from Mongolia! I was so intrigued by the ultrasound and his methods which work so excellent that I didn’t find out he got to Asheville NC!

I got aa kick out of the little kiss part of this cannula for oxygen!

With different symptoms that pushed me to call for an ambulance and then a CT scan - as I left my procedure a young man was wheeled in wearing very little clothes and with lots of injuries. It was sobering to see a real person who had been in an accident, and to know the same staff would give him equal treatment to that which I’d just received.

I had mostly good treatment. And as of this wring Im still sick and wanting to be back on my feet!

Two days ago I shot this azaleas.

That is all folks.

You know it's spring

 

Perhaps I've posted this view from my windows before. Memory isn't all that great today.

Happy Easter to those who celebrate!

Dawn on nearby mountain top March 29. Some days I stay inside and enjoy the view ...but some days I just must drive around to see what's blooming. You'll notice here a little dogwood tree is just by that ramp to the other apartments.

Dawn hits the mountain top on April 2...blooms have appeared.

On the other side of that building is a pink dogwood.

Posted this dogwood back on March 24...

And here it is in full bloom April 1.

I did drive around and called it my dogwood tour of Montreat and Black Mountain. The white blooms just are such great punctuation marks in the greyness of deciduous trees, or against occasional evergreens.

Through the windshield looking downhill.

Not my photo, but the swallowtails have appeared again!

On Rhododendron Ave. coming from the Lakeview Center on April 2.

More of the pink dogwood variety soon!

If your compassion does not include yourself it is incomplete.

JACK KORNFIELD