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Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Monday, August 22, 2016
The breakfast table was set with a platter of French toast, scrambled eggs, grits and bacon. I yelled through the house for anyone within the sound of my voice to come to breakfast. The dog was the first to arrive. However, the call was meant for my teenage sons.
After a few minutes one of my sons straggled to the table with the other one dragging not far behind him. It was a rare occasion that all of us sat at the table to eat at the same time. One is usually working, while the other is at football practice. Other times during breakfast hours one drags himself into the kitchen while the other sleeps through mealtime.
As we ate, the boys began reminiscing about meal time long ago when daddy told them they had to stay at the table until they ate their meal.
“Do you remember Donovan, we used to move the food around on our plate so it looked like we ate some?” Said my younger son.
“Yeah, and I ate my peas like taking a pill. I threw them in my mouth then drank milk, juice, anything to get them down.”
Listening to them converse back and forth was like watching a tennis match. One shared his memory, then the other.
“When daddy told me to get two spoonful of beans, I would get a teaspoon. Then he would grab the big serving spoon and dig down to the bottom of the pot and say ’boy, you need to eat more than that.’”, Joshua said.
“Then, mama would eat some of your food to help you out.”
“I wish we had a dog back then. I would not have had to hide food in a napkin then flush it down the toilet.”
They laughed and reflected on their struggle to eat food they claim they didn’t like. Truth be told they didn’t want any vegetables, no beans, only certain fruits. If ketchup qualifies as a vegetable, then they got a little nourishment in their bodies.
My younger son said this whole experience is probably why he doesn’t like to eat leftovers. I say learn to cook and you whenever and whatever you want.
At the breakfast table that day, I learned that the boys and I need to make an effort to enjoy more meals together. It looks like weekend breakfast is the best time for us to gather.
What lessons have you learned from your child lately?
Friday, August 19, 2016
|Lockers for the convenience of patients...one size fits most.|
The reminder letter arrived in the mail, “…your mammogram is scheduled for …” The letter included the things that needed to be done to prepare for the appointment -
--arrive 10 minutes early
--do not wear deodorant
--blah, blah, blah
On the day of my appointment, I arrived as scheduled, checked in at the desk and only waited a few minutes before my name was called. I followed the worker to the next waiting area. It was the area where the patient undresses from the waist up and places her belongings in a locker. And that is where my trouble began.
The clothing items fit into the locker with ease. However, when I tried to put my purse in the locker, it became wedged half in, half out, of the locker. I gave the purse a shove, but it only moved an inch.
I had to devise a plan quickly. The staff at that doctor’s office are efficient and don’t leave you waiting long. When she returned for me I didn’t want to be standing there with my lovely gown swaying and me wrestling with the purse.
The over sized purse
I removed a few items from my purse – small notebook, hand lotion and fundraiser cards (my son’s project). Then I reorganized other items – work cell, personal cell, Excedrin. Whew. Maybe I needed to clean out the entire purse.
The reorganization worked, I was rewarded with success. I tilted the purse, jabbed it a little and in dropped onto the floor of the locker. I slammed the locker shut, removed the key and put the attached stretchy band around my wrist. I plopped onto a chair just in time.
The technician entered the doorway, “Angela, are you ready?” She took me to the exam room, conducted the exam, and I was back in the changing room within ten minutes. It took me longer to get my purse into the locker than it did to conduct the exam.
After my appointment, I thought of another point that can be added to the checklist of reminders for a mammogram appointment…do not take a large purse.
Has anything happened to you recently where you had to laugh at yourself?
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
As a man was passing a heard of elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not.
Monday, August 15, 2016
|Football mom after standing in the rain to watch the game|
Commitment, dedication, devotion, these are the things my teen son focuses on during football season. The same is required for parenting through football season. This was evident on the day of our first scrimmage of the season.
As I backed my car out of the garage, rain pelted down on the rear of the car. The sound of the drops increased in volume as the entire car emerged from the shelter of the garage. I adjusted my windshield wipers from slow to medium speed.
There were a scattering of parents sitting on the metal bleachers when I arrived at the football field. I walked up with my stadium chair strap on my shoulder, an umbrella in one hand and a blanket under my arm. This game was the Blue and White game, where the varsity players scrimmaged each other rather than another team.
I stood along the fence with all of my rain gear debating whether I wanted to remain standing or sit. I stood, rain bouncing from my umbrella and my eyes searching the field for my son. There were no numbers on the boy’s shirts, and I could not see my son’s signature dreadlocks dangling from his helmet.
The rain dripped from my umbrella onto the back of my pants, within minutes, I was soaked and still searching for my son. I kept my eyes on the defensive players, wondering why I was there if I couldn’t even tell which player was my son. Commitment, dedication, devotion.
Finally, I identified my son by his confident stride and blue Nike cleats. Mission accomplished. I saw my son maneuver a couple of plays, then shuffled my way back to my car. By this time, I felt like a toddler in a wet diaper. I just wanted to go home and change clothes.
Once in the car, I sat a few minutes to collect my thoughts because of course this situation deserved to be a blog post. The players began to leave the field, the game was called due to the rain.
My son walked over to the car and said, “I’m mad that they stopped the game. We barely played.” For him, the rain was no obstacle, he just wanted to play.
Into every season a little rain must fall. How do you handle the rain?
Friday, August 12, 2016
It was a routine visit to the doctor’s office for my mom. She was to have her weight checked, cholesterol screened and blood pressure checked. For my mom, this was a big deal, the goal was to have her weight down and blood pressure numbers at a good range.
Mom goes to the gym consistently, sometimes she socializes a great deal while there, but she shows up. She is not afraid to poke fun at herself. On the morning of her doctor’s visit, she weighed herself while at the gym and found her weight to be a little higher than she wanted.
After the gym, she skipped her routine breakfast stop at her favorite Coney Island and returned home to take a nap. Before leaving for the doctor’s office, she shed her heavy jogging jacket and tossed the gym shoes aside for flip flops.
Once at her appointment mom texted me and said, “I arrived here at the office two pounds lighter than at the gym.” According to her account, mom burned a few calories while she slept (wishful thinking).
Before settling into the rest of her visit, mom stopped by the restroom. As she prepared to use the restroom she saw something tiny crawling on the floor. She, “summoned” for help, evacuated the restroom and was directed to another restroom…relief.
Back in the examination room, the nurse placed the cuff on moms arm and checked her blood pressure. “Your blood pressure is rather high,” the nurse said.
Mom did not say anything, but her eyes shot daggers as she thought-small wonder, that darn bug freaked me out and now I have a headache. Her doctor’s visit was far from being routine.
My mother vowed to use the bathroom at home before her next doctor’s appointment…or have an escape plan if she encountered another bug.
Have you ever had a crazy experience during a doctor’s office visit?