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Sunday, February 14, 2010

The offending machine. It's a cross between a punch press and a vice grip, cloaked in innocent-looking clear plastic with enough pressure to set off a Seismic event of cataclysmic proportions.


It's still a man's world
I got rippin' mad Friday leaving our local hospital. It was not the hospital--it's a beautiful brand new facility. Personnel were friendly, helpful and knowledgeable. No complaint.

But as I'm standing in a little room in the Women's Health section with tears running down my face because a certain body appendage is being squeezed beyond belief, I have the thought: "If men had to have an appendage smashed to the screaming point, I'll bet somebody would find a better way to do this." In fact, my thoughts continued, there is a better way. An MRI is said to give a much more effective view of the mammary tissue. But, "Oh no" I say to myself in a squeaky little voice, which is all I can manage at the time due to the pressure I'm enduring standing stripped to the waist while an Amazon-sized female is applying enough pressure to cause Mt. Helen to erupt again! "Oh, no. An MRI is TOO expensive." Yeah. Too expensive. A woman's comfort isn't worth that much money. BUT...I yell back (still squeaking) if it were a MAN, I bet the insurance would FIND the money!!! (Still yelling to myself) And it isn't a matter of comfort, this is pain and suffering!!

In fact, when I first went into the torture chamber, the ever so friendly Amazon-like attendant said, "We have new digital equipment." My first thought was -- oh wow!! Somebody thought of a less painful way to get these pictures. "But it doesn't require less pressure. It just gives a better image."

"Great" I answer in my head. "Better pictures," in my best Betty Boop voice.

She was right about no less pressure. But then I was complaining to my family at lunch today and my DIL asked if I'd ever had an MRI for a mammogram. No. But I've other MRI's...liver, for instance. "You have to lie on your stomach in a superman pose for, like, forty minutes," she informed me. "I'd take the other kind any day." There went the MRI idea.

So, I left the hospital aching from head to toe. What is it about sympathetic pain anyway? I'll never again question the scripture:
"If one part suffers, every part suffers with it" I Corinthians 12:26.

And I still say, if it were men who had to endure that much pain on a yearly basis, somebody would have found a less painful exam!!

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Yep. Not only do we have a fresh foot of snow on the ground, but at 4:00 a.m. an earthquake hit. The epicenter was about 40 minutes west of us, but it was felt strongly where we are.
Me? I woke up, wide awake. But at my age, that's not unusual. I did what most people do at my age when they wake up. I went to the bathroom, completely ignorant of what really awakened me. Just the usual middle-of-the-night urge. Even though it wasn't.
Isn't there a book like that for kids? Some kid is in his house bored, nothing to do. Ho-hum. Outside the window thieves are stealing things, people are dancing in the streets, a volcano is erupting, all kinds of exciting happenings.
That's me. Earthquake? Ho-Hum. Just a bathroom break!!! And that's life, well past 50. :)

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

It's snowing yet again!

Where is Global warming when you need it?? I'm actually getting sick of snow. I frequently get sick of the cold, but usually I find the snow very beautiful. I'm so sick of it, I'm having difficulty finding the beauty in all of the cold white stuff!

Should have a fresh foot and a half on the ground tomorrow.

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