We’re getting ready for Paddy’s Day.

Have you seen the White House on 17th March?

Have you seen Haus 2 in the Schön-Klinik?

Any tips for ‘painting’ Haus 2 green?

There is a bit of a challenge going on here. As no official St Patrick’s Day Parade has been announced for 17th March, at least not that we’ve heard of, we really need to do something. Maybe it’s completely bunkers, but I thought about this picture of the White House on St Patrick’s Day. Haus 2 is – while not as elegant – as white as the White House. Can could we turn it green? Just for the day?

Pádraig’s ‘date’ in the rose garden is beginning to turn into a slightly larger affair. It’s beginning to sound like half the staff will take some time off on that wonderful spring day when Pádraig will be in the rose garden. We were considering whether St Patrick’s Day would work, but there is this thing about the roses – they most likely won’t be out by then, and then we still don’t know whether his wheelchair will be ready in time either.

The playlist seemed to have struck a cord – mmmhhh. It’ll be a bit of a job to get this all together, but sure, it’ll have to be done, right? It’ll be the most wonderful playlist ever. Lots of forward looking memories.

When I arrived today, Pádraig’s consultant told me that he had never moved his hand as well as today. Squeezing is easy, well…, but today he had also opened his hand a couple of times really well. And, some movement is showing up in his left arm and left hand too. It’s all slow, and small, and bescheiden. But it’s a movement. And whatever is small or big… it’s all a matter of perspective.

Today’s German Music Tip
Wolfgang Ziegler (und Wir), Gartenparty (1982). I had forgotten about them leather jackets with the really loong collars. It’s ‘a cappella’ and richtig gut!
What’s hot
Gardens
What’s cold
Deserts
The German word/phrase/verse of the day
Einkaufsbummel

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Pádraig was fine today – he was sitting out in the Thekla, viva-la-Thekla, and, at least for the time being, he seems to be stable, no fever, no infections, great breathing. Hopefully that will give him the time and the energy to deal with his main injury. There are loads of people helping him, and we all do what we can to get him back into action.

Some time ago, I asked you to send in Pádraig’s favourite music. I am putting together a CD with the music and we’ll see what the music therapist can do with it. Here are the songs and their stories. By the way, what you wrote about Pádraig’s music, how he listened to it (nonstop), how he introduced it to you (you really didn’t have a choice), how he couldn’t believe that you had never listened to these brilliant lyrics before (a bit impatient and surprised at the ignorance surrounding him, in a nice way) – all of this sounds so familiar!

On Top of the World (Imagine Dragons)

Little Talks (Monsters and Men)
I remember well from last May when we finished our finals from college ‘Little Talks’ by Monsters and Men was the song Pádraig was always requesting.

Wagon wheel (Old Crow Medicine)
I remember Pádraig claiming ‘Wagon wheel’ by Old Crow Medicine to “probably”(!) be one of his favourite songs ever.

Time to Pretend (MGMT)
Also another one that comes to mind is ‘Time to Pretend’ by MGMT. In 1st year of college, we were talking one night about how much we both really liked the song and then one morning a while after this i awoke to see that I had a voice message from Pádraig consisting solely of this song being performed live at their concert!

Crossfire  (Brandon Flowers)
Ní Tú Mo Ghrá  (Mo Hat Mo Gheansaí)
I’m sure you’re well aware of these tunes Pádraig likes, but they are evocative of the year we spent in the Scéim together because he played them all the time. And I mean ALL. THE. TIME!!!!! Anyone in the Scéim would testify to that!

Trailing Skirts of God (Bell X1)
And of course Bell X 1, the upbeat rocky ones of course, but he pointedly sat me down and dissected the lyrics of ‘Trailing Skirts of God’ once, impressing on me how good the lyrics were.

Dream of Flying (Brian Crain)
We listened to this type of thing lying on the floor of the Sceim pondering life.

Starship (Nicki Minaj)
He was obsessed with this in San Diego and played it again and again and again. He got annoyed if anyone tried to change it.

Mexico (Mundy)
Also Mundy’s ‘Mexico’ always makes me laugh because it reminds me of when he told me that he went to Mexico because he liked the song so much.

The Great Defector (Bell X1)
I know some of these have already been mentioned – but Pádraig introduced me to Bell X1 – (Meaning, he asked me how could I NOT know who they were?!?! and then made sure I had listened to their best before leaving Dublin) – in particular the song ‘The Great Defector’, which he had on repeat. He even took the time to break down the lyrics and make sure I knew what a “cornetto” was since we don’t call them that in the States to ensure I understood just how great the lyrics truly are!

Day & Age (The Killers)
Also, The Killers’ ‘Day & Age’ album, which he was obsessed about while at UK back in the day.

Please let me know if there is anything missing!

Lachen, Laughing, keeps you sane in the most insane of times. As long as you are able to see the funny side of things, you are not lost. And, at least myself, can only have a good laugh in the company of friends. The better the friends around me, the better the laugh. Laughter liberates, laughter is intimate, laughter is trust and hope.

Crying and laughter are close neighbours.

This being Saturday, I spent some time following up on stories we had heard about over the past few months. We met some of the people in these stories, others we have not (yet) spoken too. But when I gathered them for their website, and wrote it up for a new web page, http://caringforpadraig.org/similar-experiences/, I was back on the emotional roller coaster: “Similar Experiences – Young People with Brain Injury denied adequate Care” is introducing three young people, Sara Walsh Delany, David Cahill, and Shane Grogan. Each of them was under 30 when, for different reasons, they suffered severe brain damage. What made me (quietly) furious was that none of them receive the treatment, care, and support from our health system they deserve and so desperately need. Their families and friends are fundraising so that they can receive the treatment they need. Of course, it is wonderful to see how their communities rally behind them, very similar to what Pádraig’s friends are doing for him, but would you not think it was the duty of the State to look after its most vulnerable citizens?

Lachen und Weinen. Weinen und Lachen.

Pádraig is maintaining his state of higher alertness. You could call it code yellow. He is moving his eyebrows, lifting his arm up to his neck, squeezing hands, reacting to stimuli. He was in the viva-la-Thekla for more than four hours, breathes mostly without oxygen support, and he was on the very selective Saturday list of the physio.

One of the nurses (also one of his dates for the rose garden) was wondering what Pádraig will wear on that date. – Any suggestions? Anybody? (There is still sufficient time

Swim a mile for Paddy – the most read article on http://www.swimireland.ie

to send/bring stuff he should be wearing to him:)

Today, Pádraig (Paddy) has been on Swim Ireland’s home page:
Swim a Mile for Paddy Facebook (general info), Doodle Poll (book your 30 minute slot), and Swim Ireland (Swim Ireland’s support for the event).

Today’s German Music Tip
Rosenstolz, Lachen (live 2007). Ein Wahnsinns-Lied mit einer unglaublichen Performance mit Anna – check it out: “Du musst lachen, komm steh’ wieder auf!”
What’s hot
Lachen
What’s cold
Weinen
The German word/phrase/verse of the day
Schweigen kann ich nur mit Dir.

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I had enough. (Pat had long past that point.) You need to know that our bedroom is also my office to understand this. I feel lucky, because it could also be our kitchen. Working after breakfast would be fun (nice smells of coffee), working after cooking not so much (smoke filled air?). But, no matter what, you have to be able to move through the room. I wrote, some weeks ago, about the three page letter and contract I received from German Telekom, just because I had opted in to International Calls (you pay a bit more but get free calls to many different countries).

That was the beginning. Of. Forms. And. Contracts.

Some weeks later, and our bedroom and with it my place of work, turned into a jungle: just imagine all the trees that had to die to make all this paper. Briefe, Bescheide, Anfragen, Bestätigungen, Beschlüsse,… had I really grown up in this country of paper work? You need a personal assistant to do the filing for you! And lately, they started to send reminders. We had not answered their original queries. They want to show us that we can’t get away, there is no place to hide, wishful thinking that they might just forget about us is just that: wishful thinking. How do they do this? How do they find the time to follow up on all this really, at the end of the day, completely and utterly unimportant stuff? Today was the end. I decided to become a real German, and i mean real, de verdad, and filed. For the whole morning. I won’t ever in my life find the papers I am looking for again. They’ll be hidden in one of these huge files that I produced this morning. But – alles hat seine Ordnung. Und Ordnung muss sein. Right?

Fewer numbers, more details. Less drama, more reassured foreword looking confidence. He had a date, in the rose garden, in spring time. Today, this became two. Second day without oxygen, none whatsoever. A leg that looks like normal, with the swelling down from the thrombosis (though he is still getting blood thinners). No antibiotics for ages. Almost everybody saying that they had seen him moving his arms, hands, legs.

He had physios with him today, Occupational Therapists, Respiratory Therapists, and Music Therapy. A really brilliant nurse had organized the viva-la-Thekla for him. By the time visiting started in the afternoon, he was absolutely and completely exhausted. What a programme. While we never understood why therapy stopped over the weekend, today was the first time we thought that taking off Sunday, getting a day of rest, was not such a bad idea.

I don’t think anybody ever promised Pádraig a rose garden before. Now, he has two dates. And he’ll better keep them!

Rosenstolz – Wenn Du jetzt aufgibst

Today’s German Music Tip
Rosenstolz, Wenn Du jetzt aufgibst (2008).
What’s hot
Dates
What’s cold
Loneliness
The German word/phrase/verse of the day
Da muss doch wohl ein Ausweg sein…

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Can’t wait for tomorrow
Can’t wait for the future
when there won’t be no sorrow
no sorrow no more.

Why sing about lovers lost
or summer dreams ended
in the fields of gold

Why sing about getting old
or growing apart
in your castle to last

Why sing about pain in the past
Can’t wait for the future
When there won’t be no sorrow
no sorrow no more

When there will be
Just carefree joy of life

Things are happening. The effort Pádraig is making causes red patches to appear all over his upper body, so much so that last night the nurse got worried thinking that he might have an allergy. He doesn’t. He is just trying so hard. He moved his right arm up again today, not very far, but very clearly, a few times, and when we asked him to do so. The arm came back down when we asked him to relax.  None of this is a major break through, and the progress is really tiny. But the joy we are feeling is no tiny at all. There will be set backs again. But these days, Pádraig is doing well. Very visibly trying. And you know what happens when he is trying really hard.

It had happened before. That the plastic tube got disconnected from his trachea and with it the oxygen. In Beaumont. Not to worry, we were told. Didn’t do any harm. Easily reconnected. Today, though, no accident. Purpose. No oxygen. No tube connected to the trachea. Another first.

More friends coming over the weekend. No one here can believe this. From Ireland? Irish music is taking over. Kila and Colm are playing (we finally got a CD player going in his room), youtube got a competitor, waiting for the Bonnymen to arrive!

Check out the events on http://www.caringforpadraig.org – non-stop swimming is coming up: swimming a mile with Ireland’s best swimmers in TCD, swimming a mile with Ireland’s newest master swimmers, swimming off the coast of each Irish county with a coast!

And then, the Dublin Women’s Mini Marathon, and the Hamburg Marathon.

Time, Pádraig, to get up, to swim, to run, to have fun. Right?

Today’s German Music Tip
Konstantin Wecker, Empört Euch (17 Oct 2011). Something like a new Brecht-Song, though the music is ‘nicer’ than Weil’s:)
What’s hot
Swimming
What’s cold
Looking back
The German word/phrase/verse of the day
Das kann doch gar nicht sein, oder?
“Wir zahlen Steuern und sie setzen ab”
“Empört Euch, gehört Euch, und liebt Euch, und widersteht!”

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I’ve been thinking about countries. I am so fed up sometimes that I loose hope: they say every country deserves the government its citizens elect. Well, I haven’t elected any of the people or parties in government. Do I still deserve them?

An then, I remembered that Pádraig had found the solution to this problem (as he had to so many other problems). The solution was obvious. Lag auf der Hand, so to speak. It was so obvious that you wonder how you didn’t think about it yourself. Like all brilliant solutions and ideas, when you hear them, you say: YES, this is it!

He looked it all up, researched it, went to websites, wrote letters, made enquiries, rang up people, checked out the UN, the papers, even auctioneers and printing presses. Why?

Well, he was going to buy an island of the west coast. Declare independence. Check it in with the United Nations. Print his own money (and then burn it). And invite his friends in as citizens. No elections required. Only if you don’t know Pádraig would you say now that this is an invention of my imagination. (If you know me, you’ll know that I am far too boring and middle of the road to come up with something like this, even in my imagination.) – In Pádraig’s case, this was not a ‘fixe idea’, it was very, VERY, serious. He was getting ready. Not sure what it was – but he got distracted, something else really exciting happened and his beautiful idea, of this beautiful new island nation sprung off this other beautiful, but slightly adrift, island nation, got lost.

So – should we pick this up again? It would be so much more exciting to create a beautiful counter balance to the sometimes infuriating reality of current politics, rather than becoming another sad revolutionary, declare what’s going on to unimportant to be important, and just start something new, positive action rather than revolutionary fervor?

Today, Pádraig was definitely there: loads of squeezes, moving his arm, moving his head, even moving his leg a bit. He sat out about four hours in the viva-la-thekla. The respiratory therapist was with him, and the physio explained to us that there is no wheel chair around that could bring Pádraig out to his date in the rose garden. So what are they going to do? Next week, measures will be taken, or rather: measurements, and then they will built him a custom-made wheel chair! It’ll take a few weeks, but – with a bit of luck – it’ll be ready for his Namenstag, St Patrick’s Day! If not, then not much later. They mentioned something about the cost and the insurance, but whatever happens – we’ll make sure, he’ll have that date! There was such a presence there today, that he’ll definitely make it, if he keeps it up!

Anybody ready to join a run for Pádraig in the Hamburg Marathon?

Today’s German Music Tip
Dreigroschenoper (Berthold Brecht), Wovon lebt der Mensch (1930)

"Ihr Herrn, die ihr uns lehrt, wie man brav leben
Und Sünd und Missetat vermeiden kann
Zuerst müßt ihr uns was zu fressen geben
Dann könnt ihr reden: damit fängt es an."

What’s hot
Marathons
What’s cold
Standing still
The German word/phrase/verse of the day
Leergutrückgabe

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I am following the news from home about the trial of the three Anglo bankers who have all pleaded not guilty to sixteen charges of providing unlawful financial assistance to ten customers of the bank to buy its shares in 2008. Apparently, they believe that they did provide the loan for the good of the Irish banking sector and the Irish economy. And apparently, David Drumm had received the approval from the Financial Regulator to provide this loan. Berthold Brecht comes to mind who said something about banks… Meanwhile, multinationals keep paying practically no tax, leading economists to compare Ireland with Bermuda. Whether this comparison is fair or not, I am not sure, but surely, Ireland has its own ‘triangle’ where the health services slowly but surely disappear into nothing.

Today at the weekly team meeting, they agreed Pádraig should get a wheelchair. Now, they can’t just pull one out of the depot and bring it up to the ward, it’ll have to be set up and prepared so that he fits in there properly. It’ll gradually replace the viva-la-Thekla, which means that he will be able to sit out, even when the Thekla is in use with another patient. On the other hand, the nurses won’t be able to just push/pull across him from his bed to the Thekla. But he could, if he managed, and the nurses and therapists do manage, sit up on the Bettkante and swiftly move across into the wheelchair. Today, when the nurse was moving him back into the Thekla, she needed him to lift his knee up and move his food closer to his backside – which he promptly did, showing a bit of muscle in the auld leg, according to the nurse, who was surprised how well he cooperated. – ‘Like the stillness before the hurricane begins’ are the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem singing at the 30th anniversary concert for Dylan in the Madison Square Garden….

Another bit of news is that more and more nurses have now seen Pádraig moving and reacting to what is going on around him. Today, he got a date in the rose garden, as soon as the weather will get warmer. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

A few days ago I heard that 04 May will be the day of the 29th Haspa Hamburg Marathon. In a moment of madness I thought whether I will join Haile Gebrselassie and do a run for Pádraig. With a deal between the two of us. I’ll think about it until tomorrow.

Today’s German Music Tip
Hildegard Knef, Seeräuberjenny (1969). This is not ‘nice’ music – but talk about some powerful stuff: …und ein Schiff mit acht Segeln… Think about it: this performance was recorded 55 years ago!
What’s hot
Justice
What’s cold
Banker
The German word/phrase/verse of the day
Knacker rot (crunchy wurst in Lidl)

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Pat has this story her father told her. It’s really not a story, or rather a non-story. Yet, it’s quite unbelievable. Something we are all too young to have experienced. It’s not a story of war or hardship. It’s short. And here it goes: There was this Sunday, many years ago. Sunny. Warm. Quiet. He switched on the radio to listen to the news. The hour came, the familiar voice of the newsreader went on air, the whole nation could hear him, and he said, in his familiar newsreader voice: “There are no news today. And here is Met Eireann with the weather forecast.”

Hey Thekla, Viva-la-Thekla was out again. It was really good to see Pádraig sitting out again. Brill oxygenation, all perfect. Almost no medication, except for the thrombosis. Very little oxygen. Therapist had been with him in the morning, working on his swallowing and the respiration. He closed and opened his hands a few times, held a ball and let it fall into my hand, stuck out his tongue a bit when I asked him – all really small but significant things. Good. Right direction.

There is going to be a swim. A full mile. By some who did not really swim that much before. That far. – Did I tell you about my sea swim last spring? No? Well, it’ll be a bit like that (with ‘perdón’). But all for a good cause. On 04 April at the Swim Ireland ‘Swim a Mile (!) Challenge’. Go Lynn Go! Go Irene Go! Watch this space!

Listening to the 30th Anniversary Concert for Bob Dylan in Madison Square Garden while writing – and Willie Nelson is coming up. Putting 1 (sport) + 1 (Willie Nelson) together made me think of what Willie once said about Lance Armstrong: “I think it is just terrible and disgusting how everyone has treated Lance Armstrong, especially after what he achieved, winning seven Tour de France races while on drugs. When I was on drugs, I couldn’t even find my bike.” Classic.

Today’s German Music Tip
Nena, In meinem Leben (2010). Yes, there is more than 100 Bunte Luftballons!
What’s hot
Swimming a mile
What’s cold
Water
The German word/phrase/verse of the day
Krass!

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People are talking about the language barrier. There is no such thing. Pat and I met in Spain, so we speak Spanish (check it out here, just ignore the pictures…:). I grew up in Germany, so I speak Spanish to our ‘kids’. Pat speaks English (why English?) to them. They got their primary and secondary education through Irish, so (most) speak Irish to their friends. The kids speak German to my family, English to Pat’s family. Pádraig was regularly giving out about those people living for decades in Ireland and not speaking a word of Irish, looking at me with a twinkle in his eyes.

Yesterday, around 10,000 people demonstrated for their right to speak their language in their country. Not in Kenya, not in Tibet, but in Dublin. People said they could not go to doctors who spoke their language, they could not buy medicine in pharmacies where employees spoke their language. The language commissioner Seán Ó Cuirreáin resigned in protest over the failure by Government to implement legislation protecting the rights of Irish speakers.

i guess the Irish government doesn’t see Irish as the ‘language of enterprise’, doesn’t believe Irish is attracting foreign investment, doesn’t see that it brings in money. Last summer, the news were packed with reports about all these wonderful entrepreneurs filling up Dublin hotel beds attending the web summit, while hardly a word was lost about thousands of Irish people having immense fun at the Oireachtas in Killarney.

Language matters. In our family, Pádraig is the only one speaking German to me. He knows how much it matters to me. Over the past months, I have learned how much Irish matters. Lá Mór na Gaeilge – every day.

Today was another for Pádraig getting ready for his big day. Nothing special, but in relatively good form, judging by the numbers: blood pressure, pulse, oxygenation. He seems to have a bit of a problem with his indigestion, but that is hopefully something that will pass soon. Fifth day without the Thekla, probably a mixture of a bad stomach (not a good idea to sit outside with that) and it being Sunday (a bit more complicated to get enough staff involved).

There will be a Lá Mór for Pádraig one day. The day we have been waiting for. And when it comes, we’ll have forgotten all this waiting and worrying.

Just in case you missed today’s Coffee morning at Aideen Cassidy’s, here is it – when did they start baking, I wonder? It looks fantastic!

Last, but not lease, we heard from friends that Scoil Mobhi in Glasnevin, Pádraig’s primary school, did some fundraising during their recent cake sale. – I still remember when I first went into the school: it was amazing. The atmosphere there was incredible. You couldn’t have met nicer teachers, kids, and parents. We were so lucky our kids had the privilege to spend some of their most formative years there, because what they learned there (and I am not talking about maths or geography primarily here) has been staying with them ever since. With Pádraig, well, I am convinced he discovered his love for Irish here.

No language barrier. (If only people were prepared to respect the fundamental and universal human right of people to communicate in their language.)

In fact, no barrier. (If only people were prepared to respect the fundamental and universal human rights of people, if only there was justice and equality and peace.)

Today’s German Music Tip
Frida Gold, Liebe ist meine Rebellion (2013) – Not a German song originally, but nonetheless…
What’s hot
Cup Cakes
What’s cold
Apathy
The German word/phrase/verse of the day
Raucher sterben nicht an Lungenkrebs, sie erfrieren draussen vor der Tür. (From a German postcard.)

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Pick a word. Think of a word. And then start writing about it. It’s a game. It’s a competition. When I was about to become an interpreter for the European Commission, a job I got offered but didn’t accept (yes, I am an idiot), the last hurdle was a 10 minute talk about a topic they pulled out of a hat. At 10pm. After more than 12 hours of interviews and interpreting sessions. – Routine.

Of course, it can be boring. You don’t have to think about it, nor do you have to concentrate. You just do it. You don’t even have to like it. It’s routine. You get over and done with, and then you move on to the interesting part of the day. Routine is what you can rely on, you know it inside out, it almost doesn’t require any effort, there is no risk, it’s very predictable. But boring. Germans are good at it. In Ireland, on the other hand, there is no routine. Everything, and I mean e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g, is like as if you were doing it for the first time. Bus drivers, who have been driven the 45A for the past 20 years, never ever drive at the same speed, never ever arrive at the same stop at the same time, never ever get bored. They do have a timetable, but sure, every day is different, so how could a bus trip be the same? Trains officially ‘are on time’ if they arrive within half an hour-ish of the scheduled arrival. What? While my own job is not quite exciting as that of my public-service colleagues in CIE, there is some variety: routine, being able to rely on something, do something that would have a predictable outcome, would just get in the way of variety, excitement, the spice of life.  In Ireland, the only thing that is predictable is how life is going to end – and you could probably even do something about that if you rang Joe Duffy.

Being all of a sudden confronted with a routine that hardly changes, is a challenge. It’s a challenge if you are (just over half) Irish. It must be hell if you are Irish Irish, like Pádraig. I am convinced that this whole routine thing is so, but soso boring and so intolerable for him, that  he will not be able to take this much longer. He is no man for routine. Nor for boredom. I am sure he has long run out of patience and is just figuring out how to get out of this ‘splace’, mentally and physically. I know I would, and while I am usually not particularly patient, in comparison to Pádraig, I am Job.

His day will come, soon.

Just in case you can’t wait to have a good coffee in the morning, hang in, there is just one day to go:

16 February Coffee Morning for Pádraig Schäler
Aideen Cassidy
12h00 – 15h00
26 Iona Drive
Dublin 9

Today’s German Music Tip
Stella Jürgensen, Kafe in Pariz (2012). Stella Jürgensen is a singer and professional reader/speaker (she reads the news on ARD TV, Germany’s News on One) and produces, together with brilliant musicians Ralf Böcker und Andreas Hecht, new jiddisch music. Quite different and extraordinary.
What’s hot
Job
What’s cold
Hermine: “Er ist so ungeduldig wie sein Dad“, grinste Hermine.
The German word/phrase/verse of the day
Rathaus

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