Job 33:28
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
That time the little guy deserved the beat-down
Wednesday, February 28, 2024
Chrystal from 7th grade
There are some names, which even as an adolescent, I thought sounded flagitious. Just kidding. I only learned that word today, and truthfully, it is not exactly the word that I want to use. Flagitious means criminal or villainous. It is a synonym for nefarious. I want a word that means, "Your name sounds like your mom expected you to grow up to be a pole dancer." I found the words "unchaste" and "licentious" but those are about sexually driven behaviors. I mean- maybe a pole dancer is unchaste and licentious, but let's give them the benefit of the doubt. (Are there male pole dancers?!)
In my search for the best word to start this blog, I found a phrase- "not cricket." The definition is "something contrary to traditional standards of fairness or rectitude." So then I had to look up rectitude. That means "morally correct behavior or thinking; righteousness". So- now we are getting somewhere in this story-
I begin:
Yesterday a memory about Chrystal from 7th grade came into my head. Thinking about Chrystal made me think about Desiree, which made me think about Amber. These are all girls I knew in 7th grade. All girls who I thought, because of their names (only) were " not cricket." It's terrible to judge people based on their names alone- they didn't even choose their names- but the fact was I was a pretty judge-y kid.
I was also "not cricket" in the ways that I treated Chrystal. Poor soul. Sorry Chrystal, wherever you are.
One day my friend and I were in the locker room talking about our mothers' ages. Who knows why? I was 12, so I said, "My mom is 39. My friend said, "My mom is 37." Chystal, who was not involved in the conversation chimed in and said, "Your moms are so old!"
I said, "What? No, they're not! Those are normal ages for moms!" (like moms have normal ages)
She said, "My mother is 28."
I said, "That's not true, do you mean your mom was 28 when you were born?"
She said, "No, she's 28 right now."
I said, "Your mom's 28, and you're 12?"
"Yeah."
"So, your mom was 16 when you were born?"
"Yeah."
"Wow."
She goes on, "My grandmother is 44."
Me: "Are you sure?"
Her: "Yeah!"
Me: "You probably shouldn't tell people that."
Her: "Why not?"
Me: "Because it's a pattern."
Her: "What are you talking about?"
Me: "Your mom had you when she was 16."
Her: "Yeah."
Me: "Your grandmother had your mom when she was 15."
Her: "Yeah."
Me: "Are you going to have a baby when you are 15 too?"
Her: "Of course not. I'm going to college."
And here's where things go off the rails.
Me: "No, you're not."
Her: "Yes, I am. I have a plan."
Me: "They won't let you in college if you get caught fighting in school."
Her: "I never fight in school!"
Me: "You just fought with me."
Her: "No, I didn't."
I look at my friend, "Did you just see her start a fight with me?"
My friend: "Yeah."
Me: "See?"
Her: "You can't do that! You'll get in trouble for fighting too!"
Me: "So what, I'm not going to college."
She starts crying, "I want to go to college! I can't go to college if I get in trouble for fighting! Don't fight with me!"
I felt bad. I say, "Crystal, I'm just kidding. I'm not going to fight you. Anyway, you can still go to college even if you do get in trouble for fighting. We are in 7th grade!"
She's all hysterical now, "No! If I get a bad report on my school record I can never go to college!"
I say, "Chrystal, calm down- everything is fine- let's go. I'm not going to fight you."
Every day after that Chrystal looked at me like a scared rabbit. Like I was the ruination of the dreams of generations.
If she was annoying me I'd hold up my fist and she'd leave.
I bet she was super happy when I moved away at the end of 7th grade.
Lost in the chaos
I can't find the paddle that kneads the bread in my bread machine. I felt compelled to let someone know this was my dilemma. Inshallah that is my only problem right?
It is not my only problem. The big picture is that there are a lot of things in my house that I need to get rid of. The detail in that picture is that everyone in my family is a saver. We want to save everything-
"I can use this!"
"I can make something out of that!"
"Can I have that?"
"Why?!"
"I like it."
"Why did you bring that home?"
"It was free."
"I found it".
"It's still good!"
"What's it good for?"
"I don't know. Yet!"
"PUT THAT BACK IN THE TRASH!!"
It's my own fault. I say, "Hey, look at the cool rock!" They say, "I want it!" Now I have approximately 537 rocks in my house.
Perhaps my bread machine kneading paddle is in with the rocks.
Monday, January 01, 2024
My third grade teacher was right
When I was in third grade my favorite teacher, Mrs. Richmond, told us that even though we had to learn the imperial measuring system, we also had to learn the metric system. She was sure that by the time we grew up the whole USA would use the metric system exclusively.
Here's me now-
I got a call from the doctor after the ultrasound. The doctor said, "The ultrasound shows that you have a large ovarian cyst on the left measuring 13 centimeters and several small ones on the right measuring 3-5 centimeters each. We have scheduled you for an MRI." Then she said the thing that no woman wants to hear- "And someone ate all the tacos."
No- that's not what she said. She said, "I've recommended you to a gynecological oncologist."
So I said, "Okay."
And that was the end of the conversation.
Next, I had to think about how big 13 centimeters is. Mrs. Richmond would be disappointed. I pulled out my ruler. I looked at the metric side and measured to 13. I looked at it and thought- 'Is this big for an ovarian cyst? seems pretty small to me.' Then I realized that I had measured 13mm, not 13cm.
Then I measured 13cm and found it was about 5 inches. I still don't know what that means. 13cm long? 13cm diameter? I don't know.
I got the MRI- that was an event I'd rather not experience.
I had made an appointment with my gynecologist a month before when I had experienced the pain the last time. (It took that long to get in.) So I told her all my issues and showed her all my test results, and she told me what she thought it was and suggested that I "get rid of everything." She said, "you're almost 50, you don't need it!"
That sounded good to me.
When I went to talk to my surgeon, he said, "So- if we are going by the book I'd leave an ovary in if it isn't damaged."
I said, "Why?"
He said, "For hormones. Research suggests that women who start menopause surgically are at higher risks for several illnesses."
I said, "But I'm 50." When does menopause start for most women?
He said, "Between 52-54."
I said, "My gynecologist recommended that you take it all, and I'm okay with that."
He said, "Who is your gynecologist?"
I said, "Dr. Udell."
He said, "Kim Udell?"
I said, "Yeah."
He said, "She would say that."
He said, "You can decide, but going by the book, I'd leave one."
I said, "Okay- take it all."
In the end, the surgeon decided that although he was "pretty sure" that the cysts were not cancer, he didn't want to rupture them just in case. Since the cyst was so large he said he couldn't do the surgery laparoscopically, nor could he do it vaginally. He also said he would normally do the surgery in the same manner as a C-section, but since I have had 4 C-sections already, he thought there was too much scar tissue.
So ... I have 9-10 inch scar from my belly button all the way down to my C-section scar.
The doctor said the recovery would be similar to a C-section.
I disagree.
It was terrible.
It still hurts more than 6 weeks later.
But- I'm mostly healed and optimistic for the new year- just a few organs lighter.