More on 60 Minutes

I went out of order story wise. The Alzheimer’s segment was third. First was the FB privacy scandal scapegoat interview. Yes you heard me. Scapegoat! While the app creator was ruined, his partner in crime received no charges and continues a lucrative career still working at FB.

As an aside a former staff member of the company I work for left to lawyer it up at FB. When told about so and so, the news bearer told me “well you and I wouldn’t touch a job like that but he will be fine. He thrives on chaos”.

I won’t write my side here but we can talk about it face to face if you’d like. Well… showing some cards only to ask “how could we not know?” Ignorance is bliss but in this case unconvincing.

As always more to come.

Art Imitates Life

Or maybe as I watch something I become the sun yet again and make what I’m watching about me.

Naw. I do however look for nuggets of gold that I can relate to. When I find something I feel less alone.

I love my Hopper. It allows me to watch 60 Minutes. The 4/23 episode was particularly moving. For the last 10 years, they’ve interviewed a couple where the wife has Alzheimer’s. The progression of that horrible disease is cruel. The devotion of the husband turned caretaker was beyond admirable. For better or worse he said as I watched and cried. And I remembered grandma.

Makes me want to be better. To take nothing for granted. To live like there’s no tomorrow.

As always more to come.

So … The Medical Meat Market Series

Today is a little side bar.  I’ve been asked why I call this the medical meat market series?  Simple folks … a play on words.  I am not referring to “meat market” as in going to the club looking for Mr. Goodbar.  Have the good folks here even heard of Mr. Goodbar?  Surely they’ve heard of Diane Keaton?  And oh my why such a dark reference?  Way before 50 shades there was …

And does anyone even go to the club anymore?  Do they still look for love in all the wrong places?  Dang gurl, you’re old.  They don’t.  Instead folks swipe right/left or ….  hell you don’t know so don’t pretend.  Get on with the program.

Okay!  Given recent events that have forced me to seek medical treatment, I’ve come to learn that some of these big medical practices are more big business than first do no harm.  I am not insinuating they are all shady mofo’s but if the shoe fits?  Am I right?  In some cases sadly I am.  Like in anything else, bad apples exist.  Unfortunate when they spoil the barrel.  Guilt by association.  Yet as sure as I’m sitting here, there is exquisite goodness in the barrel too.

I’ve had the opportunity to walk into some of the biggest and brightest medical institutions, taking over entire floors and in one case the whole building.  As an observer, I have seen it all.  People in various stages of illness, packed in like sardines.  Nothing more than a number.  Or worse a dollar sign.  Like carcasses hanging on the hook.  Hence the reference to meat.

Have I painted a vivid enough picture?  Yes?  Then my work here is done.  For now anyways.

As always, more to come.

Y is for Young ~ April 29, 2018

I am middle-aged <gasp!> How does that happen?  I still feel 19.  Even with aches and pains, my mind has not caught up to my body.  And considering the alternative is death, I am grateful for each and every day that I am alive on this planet.  Random Tuesday at 2 pm, thank you so much for what you have given me.

Ah to be young again.  Hmm.  Nope not really my wish though I will occasionally make reference to being old.  Usually when I say something about my age I am fishing for a compliment.  I’d love to hear: Why no J-Dub, you do NOT look a day passed 35.  Wink, wink. Haha!

Oh and I bug the crap out of B.

Me: If you didn’t know me, how old would you guess I am?

B: 53

Me: Pfft, no really.  How old?

B: 53

Me: Okay then.  Could I pass for 45?

B: I am not going to answer you.  Stop asking.

What a pest I am.  Thank goodness he puts up with me.  He’s a saint y’all.  A flawed as crap saint but still angelic to me nonetheless.

Thing is back in the day, I looked younger than I was.  Funny story to tell.  Picture this –

It was a random day in August 1994.  I was still fit as a fiddle and running daily.  I took Pony to the high school with me.  He played with his Hot Wheels in the long jump pit while I ran laps.  Afterwards we went to register him for first grade.  I was wearing my Notre Dame T-shirt, green track shorts, tennis shoes, hair up in a pony tail. We walked into the lobby of the elementary school.  I had all the paperwork filled out; ready to go.  We waited our turn and when it finally came, the dialog went something like this.

Registrant to Pony: Will you be in kindergarten?

Pony: I’ll be in first grade.

Registrant looking at me: We need your mom or dad to come up here.

Me thinking what the hell do his grandparents have to do with registering him for school?

Registrant: nice what you are trying to do but this is a parent’s responsibility.

Me: I’m his mom.

Registrant: No really, go get your mother.

Then the principal Mr. S rounds the corner.  He knows my parents.  He taught my brother when Jimbo was in 3rd grade.  He says he will vouch for me.

I was 29 years young and the registrant thought I was about 17.  She apologized and said Pony and I looked so much alike we had to be siblings.  He is my twinkie even now.

But alas, that ship has sailed.  I’ve been chasing that compliment ever since though.  No wait!  Not really.  See above.  The lady  aka Jilly Willy doeth protest too much.  I am wise not old and forever young so suck It.  No don’t suck it.

As always, more to come.

This post was written as part of Blogging From A to Z April (2018) Challenge.

Número Veinticinco

#SoCS for 4/28/18 ~ Why/Y

Why what a glorious day!  Why? Well today is glorious because time has rolled around once again for Stream of Consciousness Saturday Shenanigans.  #SoCSS.

I have always wanted to find a reason why shenanigans belong in a post.  And this prompt is as good a reason as any.  Fun word/letter Why/Y.  High-jinx will surely ensue whenever the flow gets flowing.

Think, think, and think

It’s fun to stay at the Y M C A

It’s fun to stay at the Y M C A

Sing it with me.

No? you’re not interested in singing with me?

Why?

Pftt!  That’s no reason.  Who cares if you can’t carry a tune?

I’ll try again.

Y is for …

Oh forget it.

Why?

Wondering about things that don’t matter

How do you keep

Yourself sane?

Trick question!  I don’t.

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As always, more to come.