I fear I can’t control the news, which included this headline this morning:
Do you agree that we fear what we can’t control about technology and other aspects of our lives?
If we fear what we can’t control, we must be afraid a lot of the time.
Yesterday, in a therapy group, people expressed fear, anxiety, and depression about things they could not control. When people offered each other support, I temporarily took control and suggested that members write down and send messages to each other in the group.
Earlier in the day, I took control of a staff meeting and sang a song about my therapy groups.
You can’t control how I share photos on this blog.
We can’t control that those are actual diagnosis codes doctors can use about their patients. Do you fear being bitten by a cow, pecked by a chicken, etc.?
I can’t control what comments you leave but I have no fear about that.
Thanks to all who helped me control today’s blog post and — of course! — to YOU, no matter what you control or fear.
What size chicken does it take to produce an injury needing a doctor? You have just introduced “fear of giant chickens” to my list of concerns…
Apart from that I tend not to fear things that I can’t control (there is no point) and do fear trivial things that don’t really matter. As long as I don’t let it control my life I can live with it.
If a chicken pecks uncontrollably, size may not matter. Thanks for this uncontrollably great comment.
Yes, I can see that could be a factor in hospitalisation. Perhaps the chicken would relax a bit if offered a warm bath with some onions and root vegetables. 🙂
fear is a beast and it’s to try to live without it/in spite of it as much as possible. i love the chicken pecked diagnosis. important to laugh at fear when it rears its head.
Thanks for rearing your wonderful head here, Beth. I can’t control my love for your blog.
Oh, no, Ann, not hurt at the library! I guess we had to have our own code … Here’s where I admit that my first glance read that there was a code for getting hurt by an egg roll. Maybe there is, a different number from getting hurt from an eye roll.
Here’s where I admit that H55.89 is actually defined as “other irregular eye movements.” I wanted a diagnosis for my own propensity for involuntary eye rolls in response to things I fear. Do not fear: I did not attempt to control any of the other codes — they are all as actually listed.
I may have been hurt by eye rolls and egg rolls, Mark, but never by you.
Accident while knitting? Is that driving while knitting? Or carpal tunnel injury? Yikes. Something else to fear and worry about.
I fear that I added to your worry, Ruth, by accident. Remember that you are no more prone to accidents while knitting now as you were before you read this post. Good health and safety to you, whether you’re knitting, driving, walking, sitting, reading, writing, photographing, anything.
Phew! Thank you for your reassurance, Ann. You understood how those little seeds get planted in our minds. I just hadn’t thought of accidents while Knitting before. You know I knit to reduce my anxiety, avoid the news, feel less blue. This morning I’m driving home to Pittsburgh after a lovely week with grandchildren in Ohio. I wish good health and safety to all those who will be sharing the road.
It’s so great to step out of our comfort zone. Good for you Ann. The chicken diagnosis is a classic
This comment is a classic, Miriam! Many thanks.
Water ski fires are very dangerous! Nice song, Mack the Therapist.
Thanks for the warning and the compliment, Trent the Musician and Blogger.
Funny! I never joined FB after seeing what happened with colleagues being stalked, etc. Very happy about it now!
I’m happy that you’re happy, Sunny!
I can’t control the thoughts spinning out in my mind, but I can focus on just one: your Coping & Healing Song reminds me of Bertolt Brecht and the play The Good Person of Szechuan, about a woman who only manages to gain control by pretending to be someone else. Things get out of control from there, leading to an ambiguous ending that, as in life, is not an ending at all. How do I end this? I don’t know except to say that I am afraid of being bitten by a cow and do my best to avoid them, but sometimes have found myself around cows anyway.
I sometimes find myself around things I fear too, Chris. I can’t control my gratitude that we’re in this life together.
I wonder if there is a different code for each bird injury? Emu, peregrine falcon, rabid hummingbird?
I am not always afraid of everything I can’t control, but I do wonder why Canada is testing a nation-wide alert system today for the first time since I was a kid in the Cold War sixties.
I did find a code for “pecked by turkey” but nothing for emu, falcon, or hummingbird.
Thanks for your courage in the face of the world’s dangers, Maureen.
Turkey-pecked is a fowl charge!
Something to squawk about!
I fear I cannot control the media and it just keeps getting worse every day. I have to look to social media like Facebook to see that there really are good, loving, funny people out there — like YOU.
I takes one good, loving, funny person to know another one, Claudia.
Saint Padre Pio tells us: “Pray, hope then don’t worry.”
-Alan
Thanks for the prayer and the hope, Alan. I won’t worry.
I think you may be onto something
I know you’re onto something, Joanne.
I hope you are not getting too much snow. I have had a day off because of it and it was quite nice! I have been bitten by a horse, but not a cow. Goodness. I thought they just kicked.
I woke up early with fear of the snow and there’s NOTHING. I can’t control the forecasters or the weather, which is nicer than expected. Thanks for the goodness of your comments, Lisa.
Ann, Love this video of you you doing your thing and sharing the goodness 💕 You will always be Mack the knife, bringing cutting and heart opening wisdom to others.
Hope the snow is not too heavy for mind body and spirit … or your commute back and forth to work🙏
I love being seen as a loving Mack the Knife, Val! I have uncontrollable admiration for you. <3
Provided intentions are good, I don’t mind whether it is me or another in control – just as long as someone is. I like the way you picked up Bobby Darin’s rhythm
I like the way you took control of this comment, Derrick.
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