Oh, I am?

For some reason, some doctors feel the need to tell me that I’m a redhead. It sort of bugs me when they do.

It’s one thing when some random stranger reacts like I’m some kind of unicorn1 and says it. I get that my hair makes me rare.2 When it’s doctors? Not so okay. Sometimes when they bring it up, I want to ask them where they got their degree from because they may deserve a refund.3

I’m okay with a doctor bringing it up when letting me know that because I’m a redhead that I might be prone to certain issues. Or, on the flip side, that I don’t have to worry about certain things. If it is something pertaining to treating me, then great.

Bringing it up for no real reason and acting like I don’t know my hair color? Nope. Not okay.

I know that I can act ditzy, but I would really like to believe that even doctors would realize I’m not so out of it that I failed to pick up on my hair color at some point since I was born. I’ve sat through appointments with my mom, who has dark blonde/light brown hair, and I’ve never seen a doctor mention her hair color randomly. My dad doesn’t have doctors who bring up his dark brown hair. I never heard doctors for my grandparents bring up their hair colors.4 I’m pretty sure that it has to be the red hair that leads to the wackadoodle reaction from the medical community.

It’s not truly offensive if they mention that I have it or ask if I realize that I have it, but it is just annoying and a little, I don’t know, weird. And I don’t know if they realize just how weird it can be. Probably not. If they actually thought about it, then they probably wouldn’t do it.

  1. They probably think that I poop glitter, too. 

  2. Teehee. That rhymed. 

  3. I don’t because they that might be rude. 

  4. All were brunettes. 


That’s Totes Normal, Right?

Yeah, I know. I’m too old to use “totes” or whatever, but fuck that.

I just did 30 crunches, 40 hip drops, and 30 tabletop crunches + twists. At 1:00 AM. That’s normal, right?

I didn’t hear back from Dottie about when my pool therapy will start, so I need to call UAB on Monday morning. The resident and attending were quite happy that I wanted to do that. Actually, both resident/attending teams were proud of my choice. Yay.

Booyah. I can make doctors happy.

I can piss nurses off really easily, though. Well, one in particular, but she had it coming. She’s always dismissive and semi- or full-on hateful. I don’t like her. (I don’t like most of the nurses on staff there, though.) Monday was apparently an extra bitchy day for her. And I called her on it.

She was checking my BP. She put the wrong sized cuff on my upper left arm. It was having obvious issues reading my pressure. It got up to almost 300. That means it was hurting like a motherfucker. I tried to tell the nurse I was in pain, but, between my already quiet voice & my inability to remember to breathe because it was so painful, my comment went unheard. As it deflated, it gave up on getting a result and threw a typical CO5 error. It had no more air to let out and nurse psychobitch didn’t notice, so I ripped the Velcro open. She turned and started in on me like I was an errant child.

“You should have let it finish.”
“Don’t mess with my machine.”
“You’re being childish.”

Fuck that.

I told her that HAD deflated and that I had tried getting her attention. Her response? A tongue click that was followed by an, “uh-huh. Sure you did.”

Typical dismissive behavior.

I was in pain and pissed off, so I told her she “didn’t have to be a bitch.” Her eyes narrowed before she asked, “What did you say?” I repeated the line. She started in on how I never behave like this and how she didn’t understand why I would say such a thing. I guess the idea that it could be true didn’t occur to her.

I went on to tell her that I didn’t like her dismissive, rude attitude. I also said I didn’t appreciate how unprofessional she is. (This is one of the nurses that, on one of my last visits, was involved in a loud argument with Dottie that I got to listen to for around an hour.) She claimed we’d never had a problem. I may not have complained, but that doesn’t mean she’s always been buddy-buddy with me.

As we argued, she put another ill-fitting cuff on my left arm. This time it was on my forearm. It still wasn’t reading. A nasty 2-3″ band of inflammation, petechia and plain old bruises was forming from the first reading. She tried an even smaller cuff on my right arm.

143/98 or 148/93.

“It’s high” was the next thing to come out of her mouth. This time I clicked my tongue at her. I told her, “Yeah, that happens when you check a blood pressure three times in a row with a bad fitting cuff.”

As she walked me to the exam room, which happened to be the furthest from the nurses’ desk, she muttered, “Seems like it’s you who is being rude.”

I told her that I was being that way for good reason.

About twenty minutes later, the clinic’s nursing supervisor came in and asked what happened. I explained it again. By this time, the band looked really bad. She made a note in my chart about my having issues with the machine & that they would (unfortunately) have to use a tiny cuff on my lower arm from now on. (It worked during my appointment Friday.) Since it’s too small and in the wrong location, it doesn’t read as accurately, but it’s all they can do. (This is the office where no nurse knows how to take a manual pressure.)

Wow. I’ve digressed from my original topic.

My body hurt right after I did the exercise. Now? Not so much.

x-ray of my hand from July 25, 2014

Your Right Hand Shall Not Inflict Injury on Your Left Hand

On Wednesday, at around 1:40 AM, I was walking into the kitchen. I went to take a step and my ankle started to turn inward. I tried to stop the fall1 and that failed splendidly.2 I ended up hitting my face on a chair, while my arms and legs hit the floor. It was not a pleasant experience, but it wasn’t the worst fall I’ve ever had. It’s not even the most embarrassing one I’ve ever had.

I have bruises on my left ankle, right knee, and both wrists. I also have a scrape and another bruise up near my right elbow. The ankle injury makes it difficult to walk. The knee makes it difficult to try to sit down on the couch. My wrist pain makes it difficult to hold pretty much anything, especially in my right hand. I still do those things somewhat because I’m a trooper.3 And because it’s kind of hard to live my life4 if I’m sitting completely still and doing nothing.

the ankle

Anyway…at first, it seemed like the worst injury was my ankle. My mom is still convinced that it is. When I went to the doctor yesterday, the doctors seemed to think that my right wrist was the worst.5 They’re pretty sure that everything is just bruised, contused6 and sprained. If the pain doesn’t ease up in the next two weeks or gets worse, I’m supposed to go back. Otherwise, they’ll check it again in October when I go in for my regularly scheduled checkup.

  1. Not always a smart idea, 

  2. Told you. 

  3. Or a masochist. 

  4. Haha. Yeah, I went there. 

  5. The whole reason I went yesterday was that my mother thought my ankle was broken. 

  6. Yes, that’s a word. 

“A new poll from Gallup shows that 63% of Americans say the country would be better governed with…”

“A new poll from Gallup shows that 63% of Americans say the country would be better governed with more female political leaders, which is up slightly from 57% in past polls in 1995 and 2000. But not everyone feels this way: While 78% of liberals as well as 78% of unmarried women think we need more female political leaders, only 46% of Republicans feel that having more women in office would result in better government, and almost one in five (19%) feel it would be worse.”

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Nice to Know Where Your Mind Was At

It’s nice to know where your mind was at on that one, Aunt Phyllis.

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I re-posted this quote on Facebook and Aunt Phyllis, Dadada’s1 sister responded to it. Notice that the quote says absolutely nothing about politics. It doesn’t say anything about how race or politics are connected. It just says that we’ve allowed racism to become normalized. This could refer to things like immigration or the racial disparities in the criminal justice system or how despite desegregation policies, schools are still pretty much divided along race lines or to voter suppression laws that get approved because they “sound right” to people. It doesn’t mean that people2 who disagree with a particular politician3 are racist because they disagree with him.4 It just means that we have a culture where we don’t challenge bigotry.

Now, as for the hatred of liberals, it’s good to know that she feels that way since I’m a liberal. It’s nice to be told, in a backhanded sort of way, that your own aunt doesn’t really like you.5 I already had figured that little tidbit out because of the whole “Aunt” Judy birthday hate where a birthday greeting turned negative and how Phyllis ripped on Heather for defending me against Judy’s comments. This kind of post isn’t all that unexpected. It’s just a typical Morris family thing.

  1. The bad grandfather. 

  2. Republicans 

  3. Obama 

  4. Some are. 

  5. Thumbs up for that one. 

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