Semi-Nude Pics at 11


Okay, first of all, I have no nude pictures. Second of all, I’m in the Central time zone, which would mean that if they were on the news, then they would be on at 10. So the title does have significance, but mainly I have to tell you how my appointments went today. Well, actually, it was one appointment and one non-appointment.

I had a check in with my family doctor to see if he was writing my letter for Disability Support Services at UAH about my physical aspects of the disability. Well, he said that he would write it, but he wasn’t completely sure what to ask for. He didn’t particularly like the idea of writing one for illnesses that he does not treat, but since I claim to actually have problems with them, then he guessed he would write the letter. Of course, he needed to see with his own eyes that I have arthritis and he needed to check and see if I have arthritis in my lower back or if it’s Fibromyalgia. This, of course, means that I had to have X-Rays.

I don’t particularly enjoy X-Rays because they have this typical way of making me feel more pain and discomfort. They also tend to have the rooms too cold, and then, there is also the added annoyance at the people who do the darn things who refuse to give a lead thing. (I don’t know if the lead actually protects anything, but it still feels better to have one. Though having one with a lower spine and with bilateral knee X-Rays is kind of an inconvenience more than a help.) So, I didn’t really like the idea of having this particular imaging thing done because I’m in the middle of doing laundry. Actually, I just started it yesterday and haven’t gotten to the underwear portion of the show. (I would probably be almost done, but my mom, who had said she would help as she knows how much pain I’m in, is suddenly in too much pain to help me and my father, who will help my mom with laundry when she’s in pain, refuses to acknowledge that I might actually be in too much pain to do my laundry.)

So the technician tells me to take off my jacket and jeans. The jacket part I was expecting because I could feel the metal from the zipper, but I had forgotten that the jeans had a zipper made of the same metal substances…or some of the same metal substances. Anyway, I had to partially disrobe and put a gown on. If you knew the hospital running this particular imaging thing, then you would know that they only have gowns in one size. (It’s the same hospital that I had my gastric bypass done at, and, as I recall, they only had a one size gown. The more publicly accessible hospital has larger, more comfortable gowns.) Well, this one does not fit, so I’m clutching the back of it to try to close it, but it’s not exactly working properly. I kept it almost closed until the end, but I didn’t actually moon anyone, so that’s a good thing. So how does this relate to the title? Well, X-Rays are a form of imaging, which makes you think of pictures. Since I had no underwear on, I was semi-nude, so you could say that I had semi-nude pics taken.

I took a paper copy of my response paper to my Honors teacher after taking the (miraculously found) form to the Financial Aid office. The FA person told me to go pay my tuition. I asked her why. She told me that everyone who hadn’t paid had to pay, but I demanded to know why I had not been told I needed this paperwork back last year when I submitted the FAFSA. She said that I had been sent an email when they needed the form. Well, that’s all well and good, but they only send emails to the official school account and I never got a verification thing because my official school account wasn’t officially set up until my schedule had been set up in the system the day classes started. So, I asked, in my calm, yet unnerved voice, “Why am I being punished for a flaw in your system?” (I learned in ninth grade, when asking the school board for a transfer from Grissom to Huntsville due to medical reasons, that people become very unnerved when you refer to being treated a certain way as punishment, when it is in following with their rules of how to govern their organization. I also learned that asking this question often leads to the question, “Are you in therapy? If you aren’t, you should be because you have some serious psychological issues.” [Manipulation, though a personality flaw, is not a true psychological issue in most cases.]) She got unnerved and went to the director of Financial Aid to see what could be done, and told me that I would not be dropped from the schedule. They would check over my Financial Aid and see how much Aid I might receive. I would hope that I receive coverage for all my classes, though I would also like to receive coverage for the books I purchased for classes. (I would also like coverage for the overdraft fees incurred when paying for these books that I would not have received if they had let me know via “secular email” that my Financial Aid needed verification. [I would have had it verified last March, and Financial Aid would have disbursed already and I might have actually received a book stipend.])

I’m planning on starting an ezine again, and this time actually getting it to work. (Last time a lot of the staff disappeared after the name changes and regime changes.) This time I want it to be for women 18+, so if you either fit into that age and gender group, or you have a desire to write, which can transcend the age and gender gap, then please let me know. I’ll need to know your first name to set up an email account and a WordPress account. I’ll also need to know what things you’re interested in having in the thing.

Now, I have a test I need to study for that will be tomorrow. Fun, fun. It’s on Descartes’ Method and Meditations.

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About Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.