Dreaming in Iambic Pentameter

February 27, 2007

I Am My Own Episode of House Part Two

Filed under: In Corpore Sano — Anna M Evans @ 6:29 pm

I’m starting to think I need my own spin-off series.

I went back to see my cardiologist at Jefferson today, and discovered there were a few complications of which I hadn’t been aware. The key one to note is that in October 2006 the FDA rescinded their endorsement of PFO closure using trans-catheter devices, on the grounds that there had been insufficient medical trials.

Strangely enough, they have had difficulty enrolling patients in these trials. The patients seem to think that they should get a choice as to whether they have their PFOs closed or simply trust to blood-thinner medication. Strangely enough, so do I. The procedure is already recommended in Europe. I’m not sure it’s sensible to attempt to perform a trial when there is a belief that one of the therapies under assessment offers significantly more protection than the other. It is still possible to get trans-catheter closure using devices ‘off-label’ provided one gets (of course!) clearance from one’s insurance company or pays oneself. My cardiologist is going to Washington this coming Friday to argue the point with the FDA.

So where does this leave me? Well my cardiologist was keen to close the PFO before the ovary removal, but wanted me to make my OB-GYN aware that this would necessitate delaying the ovary removal for 6 months. Now I have had enough of being treated like a go-between by these disinterested professionals. After all, I would not ask my cardiologist to take notes on a lecture about prosody by Donald Hall and paraphrase them for Stephen Dunn. So I asked him respectfully if he would mind contacting my OB-GYN directly and having a discussion with her about the priorities. Who would expect it to be the poet whose common sense prevails? In that discussion they agreed I should get the ovary taken care of first, which means I needn’t worry about the FDA just yet, and indeed, their somewhat insular stance may be taken care of by the time I need to make that decision.

So, the only slight complication with this is that I am not allowed to stop taking blood-thinning medication before the ovarian surgery. However, there is an alternative treatment in the form of a self-administered injection I can perform for the few days leading up to the surgery. (Oh joy! Because I just love needles…) This will confer the same benefits as aspirin on a daily basis but will not remain in my system to interfere with healing after surgery.

NOW how does Patient A feel about this? Actually not too bad. At least we have a way forward and some degree of consensus between my medical professionals. Although, House? Are you around? Got any thoughts?

February 23, 2007

Poetry a la Mode

Filed under: Poetry — Anna M Evans @ 8:04 am

Readers may remember my New Year’s Resolution was to be more selective and ambitious in my poetry submissions. As a methodical and rightminded citizen of the poetry universe my first step was to obtain some samples of those journals which had been recommended to me, and the first one of those, the Kenyon Review, arrived this week.

I admit that reading this beautifully reproduced and respected journal did not exactly fill me with confidence. The truth appears to be that there is a fashionable way to write poetry in the twenty-first century, and also that it is not the way I write poetry. Now, as a poster child for spectrum theory, I do not believe that there is any right or wrong way to write poetry. I also found several fine examples of this new poetry within the pages of the Kenyon Review. Therefore, it is not the form of this poetry which is the problem, but only its perceived superiority to all other kinds of poetry, including those derived from received forms, which are of course more typically the kind I write.

After some soul-searching I wrote two poems, one an attempt to write something in the new form which I considered good by my standards i.e. a poem which makes the reader feel a new emotion or sense a new idea, and one a satire. Satire is an underused tool in this century I fear–we in Pobiz are too desperately earnest about our art and terrified of not being taken seriously.

I shall send the first of these poems to my Bennington teacher and see what she thinks. The second is for you all. Enjoy!

 

How to Write a Twenty-First Century Poem
 

Not directly:

the sentence or the syntax.

 

Chaucer is dust and the stanza break

 

gratuitous. Next something about the light

in a Vermont snowstorm.

 

                                                O white space.

 

Working the page like a pickpocket

in Times Square                        the oblique reach

 

for something of value.

 

O meaning!

 

Deeper than a mirrored Alp.

                                    Il faut que vouz repetez.
 

Chaucer is dust and the line

broken             in          pieces.

                        Ich bin nur eine dumme Hausfrau.

 

O can this go on forever,

            or will it just

 

stop?

 

February 13, 2007

I Am My Own Episode of House

Filed under: In Corpore Sano — Anna M Evans @ 4:36 pm

For those who don’t know, House is an excellent TV show on Fox, which stars Hugh Laurie as Doctor House, a genius at diagnosing tricky diseases who is also selfish, rude and obnoxious to the point of minor sociopathy. Apart from the fascinating character, devious plot lines and a pithy script, one of the things I admire most on the show is Laurie himself. American audiences may not know (especially given his stellar mid-Atlantic accent) that he is an English actor known primarily on the other side of the pond as a comedian. But I digress.

Every week in the show, House is presented with one or more puzzling cases where the immediate diagnosis is not clear. Over the course of the hour long episode, the patient(s) typically present more and more mystifying symptoms, with his/her/their condition deteriorating until they are close to death, before House has a Eureka moment and pulls the correct diagnosis out of the hat like a rabid bunny.

Let us consider then, the strange case of Patient A, a 38 year old woman in apparently good health with no obvious risk factors. In January of 2006, Patient A is diagnosed with hypothyroidism, which is treated with levothyroxine in standard dosage. All seems well until September 2006 when Patient A suffers a Transient Ischemic Attack and is hospitalized. After undergoing countless tests which all prove normal Patient A is released, but in follow up testing a Trans Esophagal Echo determines the presence of a 5 mm Patent Foramen Ovale (Hole in the Heart). Further testing demonstrates that this PFO is Grade IV and Patient A is told she will probably need to have it closed. Meanwhile Patient A has stopped taking the Birth Control Pill Yasmin and is suffering horrible symptoms from hormonal fluctuations including dizziness, palpitations, restless leg syndrome, insomnia etc. The abrupt cessation of hormones has also led to Patient A experiencing acute abdominal pains during her menstrual cycle. She reports these to her doctor, concerned that the pains might be indicative of endometriosis, the presence of which has been masked by the pill. An ultrasound followed by an MRI in early 2007 determine that Patient A’s left ovary has in fact been entirely taken over by a Dermoid Cyst, which will need to be removed. Surgery is tentatively scheduled for late February.

On February 13th 2007 Patient A finally gets in to see the Cardiologist at Jefferson Hospital. He appears concerned by an anomaly in her charts no one else has picked up on previously, namely an irregularity in the right vertebral artery. He decides she needs conventional angiography to evaluate this before proceding with the PFO closure, and also that the ovarian surgery cannot proceed until more is known, because of the risk of taking Patient A off the blood thinner (standard aspirin, 325mg per day.)

Oops. This particular episode appears to have run over an hour, and no one can find Doctor House to deliver the masterful diagnosis. I guess we’ll have to slap up the “To be continued” sign.

I wonder how Patient A is feeling about all of this. Would anyone like to take a guess?

 

February 4, 2007

And Now a Few Words From Gymnastics Mom

Filed under: Family Stuff — Anna M Evans @ 5:59 pm

Becky had another great meet today, posting her highest level 5 Beam score of 8.525, which earned her eighth place out of the 24 girls in her age group. She also placed ninth in Bars with 8.1. She forgot an element of the floor routine (an automatic deduction of .7) which accounts for the 7.85. And let’s just say that the entire team needs a whole lot more practice on Vault, and as this was the only event where the two first year level 5s showed their inexperience, 7.25 really wasn’t that bad!

It’s been a long day already though. We left here at 6.45 a.m. for the hour’s drive to Millville, and awards finished at 1.30 p.m. Of course we had to take the champion gymnast to a late lunch at Friendly’s, and then we rewarded both girls with a new Nintendo DS game. (Lorna was very patient during the entire process, and sweetly excited to see her sister collecting ribbons.)

And it’s Superbowl Sunday, a fact which I am sure will not have escaped my good friend (and Colts fan) KB. So pretty soon I am due at a neighbor’s for the obligatory Superbowl party.

After all of that, I might be allowed to get some sleep!

February 3, 2007

February Already!

Filed under: Family Stuff, In Corpore Sano, Poetry — Anna M Evans @ 4:23 pm

As it’s been over a week since I wrote in my Blog I thought I’d write a quick general update on all the issues in which you, my gentle readers, might have some interest.

It’s been generally agreed that I shouldn’t prioritize poetry over my health, so I’ll begin there. A friend of mine emailed me recently to tell me she’d dreamed about me, and knowing of my recent problems she wanted to check that I was doing okay. I actually bumped into her later in the day at the Fourth Grade Band Concert, and made use of that rather wonderful Mark Twain quote “Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.”

There is the small matter of the dermoid cyst that was once my left ovary. My OB-GYN is keen to whip it out but needs to wait for clearance from my neurologist and cardiologist. Surgery gets complex when you need more than one. On my last visit I gave her a print out of “Color Therapy at the OB-GYN’s” from the Best of the Net website and she was quite chuffed, although she did inform me they recently repainted that waiting room and it is now no longer purple. Art is not truth, nor should it be.

I was very excited yesterday to learn that Rattle will publish my poem “Feeling Compassion for Others” in a forthcoming issue. I came across Rattle browsing the net a while back and was very struck by the fact that in the first issue I read, I loved every poem. Believe me, this is rare. I can pick up a copy of APR, for example, and like none of the poems. So I submitted. Four weeks later (the stated likely response time-good huh?) the Editor Tim Green got back to me and said he’d wanted one of my poems (”Alternative Creation Myth,” now revised and sitting somewhere at Agni) but got out-voted, and would I please submit again. Well, poets need very little encouragement in that way, so I sent him four more poems pretty much by return email, noting that they were my best, most recent (MFA) work, and hadn’t been seen anywhere else. Again, four weeks later, voila: an acceptance email. In the mean time I had been most encouraged to learn that Rattle is on Ed Ochester’s list of happening small press journals, so this totally fits in with my New Year’s Resolution of being more ambitious with my submissions. The poem is an interesting one too, but that’s perhaps best left until you have had a chance to read it in print or in the online archives.

I mailed my first packet to the wonderful April Bernard on Wednesday, and am now waiting to get her feedback. I do hope she likes at least some of the 8 poems as I had worked hard on many of them and am quite attached to 2 or 3.

The talented Becky Evans competes tomorrow in the Star Bound Invitational. Gymnastics Mom will try to get the results up here tomorrow night. Meanwhile Girl Scout Mom (a new incarnation) spent two very chilly hours selling cookies outside of Hainesport Shoprite this morning.

And now Ms. Evans, Editor, the Barefoot Muse, needs to go and read some submissions of formal poetry. Is my life sufficiently compartmentalized, do you think?

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