THE NEW CURE FOR INSOMNIA
other than that suffered by Shannon
THE GREAT POKE! The big poke is scheduled for 22 August 2003 in the afternoon. I have to say, I was in quite the bad mood after leaving the doctor today and setting it up. So I went to Sarah's, but she failed to cheer me up. In fact, it was so bad that Phantom felt sorry for me. To put this in context, Phantom is Sarah's cat that is always stoned because she has to take phenylbartitol every day. You know it is bad when Phantom thinks you are pityful. And I will not be going to Vegas :-( , so perhaps that city is safe for a little longer.
The nurses at my GDCC thought it was pretty funny I called it the big poke.
MOIETY: (MOY - uh- tee), noun, one of two equal parts, a half.
23 July 2003
A discussion I had with a friend over brunch was interesting enough to prompt an entry. I have developed the habit of dressing up for doctor appointments. This began when I first went to the oncologist. (Hey, I look better than everyone else there, even if that is awful to say, and you never know when you might meet a cute PT or lab technician). Anyway, I was dressed up today because I had to go to the dreaded ob/gyn, and aftwards, I had brunch with Sarah, and she asked me if I dressed up for my gynecologist. I said no, of course not. One, he is married. Two, eww! Three, he's a gynecologist. I could never date a gynecologist.
Let's face it - he has seen more women and their intimate regions than I care to think about. I don't even like to think about the number of women my last boyfriend slept with (and he was not nearly as much of a man whore as many men I know). I am sure it would be hard for a doctor not to compare his wife/girlfriend with other women. As a lawyer, I have looked at cases that I thought were perfect - I am sure he has done the same, and while I have no idea what exactly perfect would entail, I do not wish to be compared. Besides, can you ever really turn your profession off? After studying some cases involving movies, there are some films I will never really enjoy again. Is that true of him also? I wonder. And think of all the breast exams he does every day. Who would ever want to date a gynecologist?
I have decided that my body's imperfections are like rings on a tree - there are more every year.
The good news is that while it will likely never be used, the plumbing is just fine; as I left Sarah to go to work she says "I am glad your ovaries are OK". Hard to believe that Hallmark doesn't mark a card for that. Of course, Sarah is a loon.
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21 July 2003 First BLOG entry! This past Saturday I went to see Norma at the Cincinnati Opera. The basic story line is this:
Norma, our alleged heroine, is the Druid Priestess in Roman Occupied Gaul. She is secretly married to the Roman Commander; who can no longer stand her but fears her wrath and power. The Druids wish to revolt but listen to their god's wishes as interpreted through Norma.
Meanwhile, a young Druid novice has fallen in love with the Roman Commander, and he with her. He has been recalled to Rome and wants her to accompany him; she feels torn between her duty/devotion/desire/obligation to the temple and her poeple and religion and god and her love for the hated Roman occupier. This is resolved when Norma releases her from her obligations as she has not yet taken her final vows.
Then, the two women discover they are in love with the same man, and the novice refuses to have anything to do with the Roman, an unfaithful husband, betrayer; the two women vow to live in seculusion at the temple together. The Roman threatens to abduct the novice; he enters the temple and is about to be put to death by the Druids when Norma reveals that she is guilty of betraying her people and her vows and shows them her children, and orders the Druids to put them to death together. Then the Roman realizes that he still loves her, and remembers how amazing she his, and how proud he is that she is his wife. So they die together, and their two children are left as orphans, and the innocent Novice's life is traumatuized.
Typical! Men are hopeless.