Debunking Granny…

This and That

I decided to visit other blog-friends, and found this wonderful post on Sue Vincent’s site, Daily Echo. Sue is a pal from my own early blogging days. She tendered the invitation to share, so I am taking the opportunity to reblog this on my site.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

It was Barb Taub that started me thinking, with her collection of gems learned over the years. One in particular I recognised and yet, on the five occasions when I have been rushed to hospital in an ambulance, all sirens wailing and my life or limbs in the balance, I can honestly say that no-one has ever passed comment on the state of my underwear.

On one of these occasions, underwear was absent from the equation altogether because I was wearing nightclothes when disaster struck. On another, all garments had either melted with the heat or been hastily ripped off to prevent further burns. It would not have mattered a jot whether the pertinent articles had been pristine cotton, lacy confections or the over-washed grey of comfort. They had to go.

In fairness to Great Granny, who had impressed upon me the need for unimpeachable unmentionables, at no time was…

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21 thoughts on “Debunking Granny…”

    1. thank you for breaking me out of my two-year funk. I haven’t been posting much. But when I saw your stuff in the Reader (I rarely go there) and declared…. “I am jumping back in!”I

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    1. ok…here are some snow pictures 🙂 The wind overnight did a number on my cat shelter, too. Barbara actually stepped into the kitchen, frowning about the frozen water pan and the snow filled food dish. I had to go out and tie down some of the tarps…did sort of a half-assed job this time on the coverings. I guess I was counting on the warmish weather continuing.

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      2. Barbara is very old, and has spent her life in various buildings etc around, it has been very recently that she has decided to coexist with humans, and I’m the lucky one I guess.

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      4. well she made a show out of her rugged life style. When the APL came three years ago or so to grab all of our “feral” cats and spay or neuter them, and then release them back in their regular habitat…Barbara and the late Rambo (Bob’s Dad) defied capture. We never knew where either of them came from.

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      6. Ha! There is a neighbor across the road with whom I have a relationship that consists solely of animal-carcass-retrieval duties. I hold a big garbage bag and he shovels the carcass into it. We have also collaborated in dealing with “passers by” who have hit a cat. Barbara was hit at least twice…when her leg was damaged, and that happened before any of us knew it. Then again a small group of folks visiting the greenhouse had witnessed Barbara being hit by a car. So they went out knocking on doors…Glen and I both showed up. Barbara was laying by a piece of farm equipment, and when I walked up to her she gave me “the claw with the hiss” and I said Barbara what in hell are you acting like that for. She wasn’t hurt, just scared. That was when she actually lived over there at the greenhouse but she ate whatever they set out for her then came across the road to see if the food was better over here.

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      7. New topic…I just spent two days in hospital, one night. After a slew of tests and some new meds I am back home none the worse for wear. We thought it possible that I had had a recurrence of an incident about four or five years ago when they put in two stents to my heart. No heart attack evidence, I’m glad to know that. I’m fine.

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      8. Oh my god…I had no idea. I’m very glad they didn’t find anything wrong. Always better to be cautious, especially if you were worried about your heart. Were you over doing things perhaps? With all the physio you’ve been shuttling backwards and forwards. I’m sure the rest didn’t do you any harm.
        So glad to have you back. -hugs-

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      9. Thanks, I’m glad to be back. I want to get back to my normal activity, maybe take it a bit easier. I did like PT, but I need a note from the doctor when its ok to resume my once a week schedule. I ache all over, maybe from all the needles they stuck in me. My blood pressure was way up, but probably from being in hospital bed, laying around thinking up new aches and pains.

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      10. Okay, this is a bit left field, but have you ever had an xray of your back – specifically the thoracic region?
        The reason I ask is because I have some osteoarthritis in that area and I’ve now had two episodes of muscle spasm that was so bad, initially, that I worried about my own heart. Back pain, bad indigestion, really sore etc.
        So if you had any of those symptoms, maybe it was actually from your back – indirectly caused by the unaccustomed physio. If it somehow put your back ‘out’ then the symptoms may have nothing to do with your heart.
        Anyway, simply a suggestion as I know doctors rarely think outside their area of ‘expertise’.

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      11. Very interesting. Yes, I have had xrays of my back various times during my life. Daughter1 also has mentioned the unaccustomed physio, four weeks of therapy that is completely outside of my normal activity or lack thereof. This whole episode since the ear infection (which is still simmering slowly, I have an appt. with ENT Specialist on Feb. 13th.) I think you are right about the domino theory of MY back…first the infection prolonged by my allergy to antibiotics; then the weakness maybe tendenitis in my back and legs, which seemed to respond well to my therapy; then the chest discomfort (I know pain is pain, but what I experience here I would more accurately describe as “discomfort.” I do have a high pain threshold, and even during 5x childbirth my pain was never excruciating. (When I go to the heart doc on Tuesday for outpatient continuation, the therapy is high on my list of discussion points. The PT people now require a “note” from my doctor as to when I can resume physical therapy.

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      12. The worst pain I ever suffered was when my “back would go out” and especially when I had three babies…a newborn, a one year old, and a 2 1/2 yr. special needs child. Daughter1 was nine yers old and a huge help, but in school all days. My ex had to work, but he did help when he was home. I just had to suck it up because babies’ demands have no negotiations! That hurt the most, probably because such extreme back/muscle pain episodes over the years were not quite as bad because as the kids got older they did help instead of hinder.

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      13. This episode was very much like one I had four years ago or so when they ended up putting two stents into my heart. There was no sign of a heart attack then, just the same “signs” that are ambiguous.

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