Saturday, June 30, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
For years now, I've been following the routine of: making an appointment, showing up, undressing to a certain point, being squished between two plexiglass plates, dressing and leaving the facility, with hardly a word from the tec. Oh they say such things as, put your arm here, hold that back with your other flattened hand here, twist your head this way, feet straight, and don't move. Oh you can breathe, but don't move... But as far as explaining the films and what they might be looking for, not a word; until yesterday.
Rest assured, no specifics were discussed. I know the tec is not allowed to diagnose. But yesterday I learned about milk ducts, blood vessels, starlike formations, puckerings, and micro calcifications. I learned about thickenings of the skin. I viewed last years images and got to see the same similar topology in this year's images.
Do I have cancer? I don't know. The doctor will read the films and get back to me within the week. I have had callbacks before, and have been one of the lucky ones; not cancerous. What I do know is it is always cool to see a side of me not very many people get to see, the inside.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
And I wonder, aside from not having to be Goofy on the job, how many of us actually have a component, large or small, in our job where we are paid to make others happy. Paid to make a difference in someone's life.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
I am not amused.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
|I doubt pandas worry about their weight.|
At the dermatologist's office there are displays touting the benefit of freezing your fat to lose that pesky weight and inches. The display comes complete with pictures of many many smiling satisfied customers. No price listed.
On a recent tour of a spa I was told I could lose one to eight inches, in one treatment, by slathering unwanted bumps and bulges with this gel and then hooking up to an electric current. The charged particles would attack the cellulite and voila, a skinny me. Guaranteed. Only $150 for one treatment; $300 for three. One half hour session is equivalent doing 400 crunches.
So what will it be freezing or electrocution?
Honestly -- despite my lack of progress in the weight department, I do prefer the old fashion way of exercise. There is something almost satisfying about walking until your leg muscles hurt.
This morning's exercise: Me thinks it will be 15 miles, outside, on my bike. No wires required.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Excitement is in the air. Hopefully it will maintain until August 15th.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Saturday, June 16, 2012
I woke up this morning with tasks to complete: pack, go to the bank, go to the store, exercise. On a normal work day, with my schedule firmly in place I would have a plan of attack. A schedule laid out before me based upon clients, travel, school: the three biggies.
But this morning, I had nothing. No work, no framework, nothing to work around or to base my day upon. I was at a loss and didn't go for my early morning bike ride at 6, because I could go after the school drop off. And then I didn't make the shopping list and put it in my work bag, because I wasn't going to work and besides I would have time later.
All structure and no play makes Patty a dull mommy; but no structure leaves her head swimming.
Friday, June 15, 2012
When do you make your lesson plans? For me it's a constant look out for images, sound bites, articles, tv shows and movies to share with the young people.
Recently it happened will WII'ing. The TV on as a distraction from the 6800 plus steps I would be taking. The movie, Facing the Giants, on INDIE tv.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Driving home from DC the other day, I was desperate to go for a walk. I wanted to drive into the driveway, and then walk until I couldn't walk anymore. Strange and pretty much unattainable. As there were people waiting for us at home. You can't come home after being away for 4 days and then go for a walk; first thing.
But today I walked. I walked the baby to school. She's not so young anymore. I walked to a friend's home to pop in to say hello. People don't pop in like they used to. Then I walked to the library to pick up the latest book club selection. Then, my legs tired, I walked home.
I could have taken my bike. I could have ventured back into the car and drove. But I wanted to walk. I wanted to feel each an every step. To touch the ground of my own hometown.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
But, but Patty, I can't read the writing on the wall.
I know it's difficult to see. Just like it's sometimes difficult to hear.
Look carefully. Click on the image; enlarge the text. Look, like listen, and learn.
Saturday, June 09, 2012
Friday, June 08, 2012
Thursday, June 07, 2012
On the other hand I carried my drowned cell phone into the apple store, where I was greeted by a smiling and understanding clerk. She pointed me to Tim, the check in person. He asked me to take a comfortable seat and someone would be with me. (I brought a book.) Not getting too far into the text, when Jim came over and took care of my water logged friend. I was in an out in no time; with results and satisfaction.
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
You know that old analogy: Calm on the surface, paddling like crazy below the water line.
I was thinking about that today as I drove off towards work, after the school drop off. For the next 3 weeks it is nonstop commitment, fun and excitement. Starting with a drs appointment in Boston, always fun driving bumper to bumper in traffic with so many close friends. Then heading off to Washington DC for the 100th anniversary sing-a-long this weekend, 200,000 strong. Followed by awards nights, awards days, graduations, promotion ceremonies and a birthday.
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
Yes, I see older people. And not only that, I can be minding my own business anywhere, in crowd or alone walking on the street, and an older person will find me and we will have the most wonderful conversation. For example at the dented can store where the gentleman and I discussed our appreciation of sauerkraut.
My husband, after circling for 10 minutes, asked later if that man was from church, or another school volunteer. No was my reply. Older people just find me.
So maybe my gift is I'm an elder magnet... The real point is, I do see older people. I see them for the worth of their life experiences. I treasure them, hanging on their each and every word. Each and every fact and story that they have to share and teach me.
Think about it... and next time you find yourself with an older person ask them about their childhood. If you are totally lucky and gifted you may find yourself, like me - gifted, on the receiving end of a wonderful his or her story lesson.
Monday, June 04, 2012
The writing was on the wall. A basta! Enough! as my Italian friends would say.
The meeting came. The parties assembled. I slide the keys across the table. I'm done.