Guess what I did this morning. I gave blood. It’s one way I can be helpful. So, with spring having arrived, I decided to walk to the Red Cross for my appointment and actually arrived early. Minus my I.D. So I walked back home, grabbed my driver’s license, and walked right back again. To my … Continue reading : a bloody good time :
Tag: medicine
: feet don’t belong on the rocks :
Let’s start with the painfully obvious: this is the twenty-first century. Technology is so advanced and so astonishing, the average mind is blown on a regular basis. What with the stuff being done in space exploration, artificial intelligence, genetic engineering, computer technology -- we’re constantly picking our chins up off the ground. Take a look … Continue reading : feet don’t belong on the rocks :
: yoohoo, I rose from the injured :
Pardon the blasphemy, but I did. Scout’s honor. I caught my foot on a metal grate Wednesday afternoon and went face-first onto the sidewalk. Spectators were zipping past in cars and buses, so I popped right up and kept on walking with the only tissue I had pressed to my forehead. The Kleenex, however, was … Continue reading : yoohoo, I rose from the injured :
: I can’t bear to watch :
I will not be party to Trump’s inauguration. This isn’t a boycott or a political statement, it’s just basic self-preservation. I’m sorry, but that dude is crazy and he gets to drive? Whoa, pull over and let me out, please. Now, to be clear, I’d be all in if National Lampoon was behind this nonsense. It … Continue reading : I can’t bear to watch :
: beyond clean underwear :
Moms, it turns out, have been misleading us for decades. The state of our underwear is of no actual concern in the event of an accident or injury. Other, more pressing matters crowd out the usual thoughts of fashion or modesty or dignity. While it’s true, displaying your tatty, sagging skivvies to a group of … Continue reading : beyond clean underwear :
: a happy ending :
Getting out of bed in the morning is a part-time job. My knees ache, my neck is stiff, my back hurts, I’m snappish and lethargic and useless. Um, is that news? Only to me; I’m not decrepit. I ride a bike, walk, choose stairs over elevators, heck, I tote that barge and lift that bale. … Continue reading : a happy ending :
: a free-range thyroid :
Medicine, as it's practiced today, is an industry. To call it healthcare would be a misnomer, since there's no care involved. Compassion is as quaintly obsolete as Pong. I have Graves’ disease. While that sounds dire, I assure you it’s not. It’s a hyperactive thyroid, nothing more. I take a pill every day. Or did … Continue reading : a free-range thyroid :
: the thyroid report :
You know what I miss? I miss the days when I was blissfully unaware of the endocrine system. When I knew nothing of the secret, clandestine workings of the thyroid gland and its wicked hormones. Those were good days, really good days, but they’re gone forever. You see, the thyroid is the master gland of … Continue reading : the thyroid report :
the whirly girl 