This will be a short post because I am very tired. Or something with similar attributes.
I have been looking at Med school faculty at WVU and UFL, finding a lot of familiar faces in FL that I knew back in 2004 at WVU. Some were fine guys, male and female, and some not-so-nice faculty that I suffered being a research tech for them. I wish there were a way to rate future phD faculty anonymously, it would save a lot of pain when the sh** hits the fan. I worked for a woman who obviously needed heavy medication to control her manic episodes, which I would guess manic/depressant but who wouldn't take them because they made her inspiration nonexistent, or so she thought. I don't know if she ever figured out how much time we plebes spent avoiding her when she was in full-flaming ass-chewing mode even though we needed to show her lab results that were not what she expected. It was really uncomfortable when one of these cycles made her break down in tears, do we just excuse ourselves until the cycles move on? There was another faculty that set up a collaboration with medical researchers all over the country, big names. Sh** woman was not invited to join and I was told she burst into tears. But how to be a functional source of inspiration for young candidates that needed steering when disagreements became sobs? No way. I was only reminding myself that however I got here it could have been worse.
I got a new walker (not the kind of horse with long strides) today and I feel much more secure using it than the old one. Only this morning I averted a near-miss fall to the floor when my right knee buckled on the forward motion. I am really counting on this new walker, being far less shaky than the old one, to save me from all the near-misses that make my heart pound while I try to walk smoothly. When I saw the orthopedic doctor last week, he said no to more surgery, and no to drugs (from him) and so while I was on a roll, he agreed to writing a 'script for a walker and a wheelchair. The wheelchair is because I want to be able to go to stores that only have 2 and they are always gone when I get there. With my own chair I can go anywhere. If I am careful. The home health people said that Medicare would pay for one but not for both so I opted to buy my walker myself, and let Uncle Sam buy the chair. I shall see.
When I was a kid I remember my sister being taken to church in an ambulance for Easter service one year. Our family could never have afforded that, the church paid. She was grateful, but I bet she would rather they had taken her to a shopping store, talk about spending. I remember getting one new outfit for school that I wore on the first day of school. I also remember a note sent home with me, telling my mom that my skirts were too short (after I had a growth spurt)and Mom fuming at having to buy nearly all new skirts (we never wore slacks in those days). My aunt sewed me a couple of outfits that were really nice, and those, and the ones I needed for college were it for that year. The college, BJU, was even more Strict, if you were new they had you kneel and would see if the skirt touched the ground, or maybe the back of the skirt and this was at the time for mini-skirts. When I finished sophomore year and married I threw all the skirts, and the dresses that looked like Ms. Dowdy, and I never missed even one. I have a lot of memories of those days, almost all were bad. That was Bob Jones University, I played a part until I could get out. I have never sent them a damn dime since those days, and I am happy to put their fund raising mail in the trash, unopened. I hope they are having problems with fund-raising; I never knew (until I transferred at Memphis State) that they were unaccredited, and I had to repeat almost all the science and math classes. Bummer.
It is a beautiful day, cool, a little breeze, sunshine. I know winter isn't through with us just yet, but this is a little foretaste for spring. I am inside, of course, while C goes to the dentist, but even from here the lovely sunshine is, well, lovely. Too bad it won't last. I had a nice nap after breakfast, and I enjoyed every minute of it.
I have been thinking of BJU the last couple of days and wondering what became of all of us. Lucky I never got pregnant given that I looped away from the admin office whenever N could get away from USC. His getting away rested on term papers and working at the gas station and not prison like mine did. Maybe there were more rebels than I thought.
Well, onwards and upwards, I need to do vital things like getting dressed. take care... don't know what is wrong with text size
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