Doh! I jinxed myself. Tribus, isn’t that a regal sounding word?
Results already in! What the what! That was fast. Too fast. I had already told myself that I would accept my fate with grace and dignity whatever that means. Yes I am and will forever be the Queen comma Drama. I fully expected an all clear and to go on medication for depression as I wailed about here in Thursday Thoughts. The CT was going to be negative, making me think I was crazy. How I hoped the doobie would be an alternative for all of this “stuff”. Kidding, not kidding.
All I know is my doctor called because this scan was anything but normal. Ha! Vindication! I was not imagining my pain. While the CT didn’t give a formal diagnosis, it signaled the need for a colonoscopy. I am already booked for one week from today. Doc used a lot of words that are still rumbling through my brain but I am resisting becoming Dr. Google. No WebMD for me! Instead I will ride into the weekend with this mantra …
It is nothing until it is something.
Tada! And with that I am off to pick a new book to read. Until next time.
Old fashion popcorn, I tell ya what. Too many thoughts to contain. Picture the machine at the movie theater concession. When that bad boy begins to blow and the kernels pop and spill out. I can almost smell the goodness. Yeah buddy! We’re cooking with hot oil.
I’m off today and don’t do well with idle time. Work which I love btw despite my sometimes haranguing is a necessary distraction. What can I say? I’m cursed.
Anyhoo. I had a CT scan with contrast this morning. John the Fantastic Radiologist hereby known as John FR just so happens to be an Army veteran. His name tag shows it. I like that idea. He obviously is very good at what he does. Despite technical challenges, we got through the procedure together. Here is where I wrote about my vein incident. But there was so much more packed into our hour together.
First things first. Much has changed since my 2020 visit to STRIC = South Texas Radiology Imaging Center. One does not have to pay for parking if you arrive before 9am. That makes me happy. I always felt like paying to park was a donation. I mean the lot is typically bought and paid for. How much maintenance can there be? And I’m not adverse to donating for a cause. Just don’t gouge me.
Second things second. The protocols have changed. Last time I had to stand in the hallway, get a temperature check, and verify paperwork already filled in before entering the lobby which was reduced to minimal capacity. As much as they could, people were placed in rooms quickly to avoid congregating. Today we walked right in and stood on dots six feet apart that had been previously pushed out to the hallway. The check in was back in the usual spot but the paperwork was still prefilled. Win/win. Every other chair was open. The hurry to get folks back to the back seemed less intense.
I imagine this is because of the vaccine or because we have learned more about what’s what when it comes to the Rona. And by we I mean the scientists and people in the know. The decisions makers. I’m Jane Q Public who is out of the loop. I simply do as I am told. Is that awful? Maybe but oh well.
John FR said something that affirmed my suspicions. I had to remove my mask to drink water as he got the IV going. He sensed my reluctance to drop the mask. Made light of mask protocol and the changes. I piped up that I am double vaccinated as of 3/1 so I wasn’t worried. Him too as of January. Anyway, he says “all we can do is follow the science” and “I read study/real science by someone at MIT which confirmed 6 ft or 60 ft when in an enclosed space without the windows to open and draft to pull, it makes no difference” He continues “which we knew all along”. Well I didn’t know all along. I only assumed. Which subliminally may be why I only feel comfortable in public peoplely places that are outdoors. Even if I am overreacting … which is probably the case.
I just want to know what is the TRUTH! Before July preferably which when I have to go back to the hotbox at 9800 Fred Rd. Things I am sure of (mostly). They are not putting us in harm’s way. This exercise is all about appearances. Well that and money. The root is always money. Forget follow the science, follow the money. They have done absolutely everything to make things safe as evidenced by being named one of 12 well/health/safety something or other certified buildings in the US. The decision makers are going back first. They surely wouldn’t put themselves in danger. I wonder if their part of the building aka the C suite has a bunker. LOL! Ya know for extra safety. Let us pions be outside the bubble. Now I am MSU = making stuff up.
See why I need work to distract me. Left to my own devices, I go bonkers. Just a lil bit huh?
Glad you agree. Hehe.
Okay, I am done. For now. I think. Unless later today I need a part tribus aka part three 🙂
Nothing like the time to practice mindfulness 🧘 when the CT machine is erroring out and needs to be rebooted. Ohm ohm ohm. I wish I had my blanket. Lol 😂
Edited: All done. Whew! John the radiologist was fantastic! Talked the whole time. Called me “sister”. He’s a brother from another mother with all that chit chat. “Sis or sister” are terms of endearment that I use too. Really relieved my anxiety.
Bonus is he showed me which vein to use for next time which we both hope is never! Always left and not the one on top that goes straight but the one underneath that goes sideways toward my pinkie. It’s softer and wider makes for an easier stick. And now I’m giggling at the innocent innuendo. There was nothing untoward. I promise. But now I have something I can remember. 😂
Can you just hear it? Barry Manilow belting out “Looks like we made it!” What an amazing ride.
I’m tired y’all. No, not tired. I’m giddy! I’m also sad because #AtoZChallenge is over but glad that it happened.
Alrighty, enough rambling and musing. We’ll save that for another day. Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat tat. Drum roll puhleese!!! Our final idiom.
Starts with Z – Zero Hour
Jilly’s Take: Not a term I am too familiar with but then again Z is always hard. Instead of zero hour, I thought what about midnight hour? Could they possibly be the same thing? If not identical, somewhat related. I’m pretty sure zero hour is the start of something special.
Curiosity took me to my friend Google. Sure enough zero hour is 0.00 AM aka midnight. Mind you this was a quick Google not to be confused with a quick pickle. I’m watching way too many cooking shows. Love me a good quick pickle.
For more on today’s idiom LOOK here. This wiki page has a lil bit more. After that, check out not one, not two but three “zero hour” videos shown below. I wanted to end with a bang!
What day is it? I haven’t a clue as things are rushing like a raging river. Meanwhile the thoughts are popping like old fashioned popcorn in hot freaking oil. Make it stop!!! Or don’t make it stop! What would life be without Mr. Toad? The opposite of wild. I like wild.
I had a mini-reunion with someone at work this week. We called into the same meeting. Only four of us. Cozy. Before we got started, we exchanged pleasantries … long time no see … Of course I remember you … how’d we ever survive the smog ridden P3 parking garage office space? …. Talk about your overcrowding … yes they really did put people “outside” when we ran out of space before the big remodel.
What really threw me for a loop though was when JC says “I’ve known Jill for 23 years”. I was gobsmacked. Seriously?!? Surely he was WRONG!! But nope. I know he was right since I took the job in “after hours” right after Lulu was born. Lulu is 23. How the HELL did THAT happen?!?! lol.
Speaking of overcrowded office space. Ugh mo. We have to go back. Eff that! I went into this pandemic as a deer in the headlights. Denial. I refused to get comfortable in my own home because this … whatever this was had to be temporary. Eventually I adapted. Now I love being home. WORKING my ass off from home. I know without a doubt that I am 110 x infinity percent more productive. Why? Just why?
Come on big boys, “spill the tea”!! But they can’t. Or won’t. If they did people may revolt. And some already have revolted like that does any good. Me, I am biding my time and will do as I am told. Retirement just around the corner relatively speaking. Starting in July, I will be a hybrid employee whatever that means. Part time in the office and part time home. Could be worse all things considered.
Pony thought he was getting off scot free but his big bank is doing the exact same thing. Monkey see, monkey do. Dammit J Dimon. I hoped you would set the trend. Pony goes back in July too. They are not calling it hybrid but he will be on rotation. More details to follow.
Starts with Y – You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink
Jilly’s Take: My oh my! Sounds like trying to get a toddler to do something they don’t want to do. Here’s a tip, does not get any easier as they get older.
Pony wanted to take a gap year after graduating from high school. But no, B and I pushed him insisting he start college in the Fall of 2006. He started off with two courses to test the waters. His first round in school, he lasted only two semesters, earning nine hours in total. Two As and one B. He had the ability but his heart was not in it no matter how hard we pushed. Hence the “you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink”. Another contributing factor for his dropping out was the “unfortunate event”.
He went to work for Toyota instead. At the time, Toyota had just opened up here. They were hiring anyone and everyone age 18-26, no experience necessary. They needed bodies. The pay was good, the benefits better. Hard work though with alternating two weeks of day then two weeks of night shift.
Pony is like my daddy and B. Their minds work differently. Despite no formal training, they are good at ciphering and/or otherwise figuring things out. They are the no direction types when it comes to something mechanical.
One day Pony (who was way ahead on his quota) was auditing scrap while quietly watching a big hubbub around a certain machine. Multiple engineers had gathered around to fix it. Pony eventually piped up. He told them he knew why the tool was malfunctioning. They poo-pooed him at first then humored him all the same. They ran a “test”. Sure enough our boy was right!
He came home super excited. They had given him a spot bonus. His boss praised him. Told him he had the makings of a fine engineer. Told him he could make a lot more money with a degree. So what did Pony do? He quit. To go back to school.
Returning to college was based on his own decision. No more leading the “horse” aka Pony to water. In round two, he completed two more semesters. A total of twelve hours this time. Straight Bs. Then he dropped out again. This time for good.
He went to work at Gamestop. Retail selling was his calling. Not just the games but merch. Of course the big incentive was in magazine subscriptions. Had he stayed, he would have been a director of several stores.
Instead he left Gamestop for Best Buy (disaster). Eventually he made it to his current gig. Everything happens for a reason. All those different sips of water led him right to where he is supposed to be. B and I, now older and wiser, would have ENCOURAGED that gap year. Screw what other people think. You may never get another chance. But in true “everything happens for a reason” fashion, all is well.
For more on today’s idiom LOOK here. Then check out the video below. Songwriters: George Harrison and Dhani Harrison. What I read at this wiki brought tears to my eyes. George will forever be my favorite Beatle.
Jilly’s Take: Ahoy matey! Of course I thought about pirates. Burying treasure … gold doubloons. Before there were books on tape, there were albums with books that accompanied them.
I have very vague memories of listening to an album with lost boys and something about the Jolly Roger. I guess from Peter Pan. The boys went on a treasure hunt arguing over who could hold the map. The classic X marks the spot! The sounds of cannons firing and water splashing. Or I am making stuff up. Not again!! Hehe.
About this same time, we listened to William Tell quite often too. Anyone else of certain age remember that? B recalls something similar with an album about Peter and the Wolf.
For more on today’s idiom LOOK here. Then check out this video by Karmic who is new to me. Hope you enjoy them also.
Melanie gave us some good questions this week. The following are my two cents. Worth 1/2 a penny due to inflation.
Which would you rather throw away: Love or Money?Neither but if I have to choose money. Why? Because “money can’t buy me love”. Get it?
Do you believe you should do one thing a day that scares you? Easy. I already do that. Living is scary.
What’s the last thing you do at night? Close my eyes. Now Dreamweaver is an ear worm. Love that song.
If you could own a mythical creature (unicorn, phoenix, etc.), which one would you pick? (A nod to the soon ending 2021 A-Z Blogging Challenge, my topic this year “Mythical Creatures”) I’d be Pegasus because then Poseidon would be my daddy. I’ve always been enamored with Poseidon.
GRATITUDE SECTION (Always Optional)What Are You Grateful For? The doctors putting PoPo back together again. We had quite a scare Sunday when he fell and broke his hip. One rod and a few pins later. Praying for his full recovery <3.
Edited: PoPo broke the femur right below the hip which is an easier recovery than the hip. They plan to have him up and walking later today. Woo Hoo!