I hope y'all had great Thanksgivings!
I heard from my daughter. She has the flu, the actual flu. So what about a flu shot? She couldn't find any who knew where she could get one.
She needs to buy clothes. She says the French women are tiny -- thin, not muscular at all, narrow shoulders, and short. They remind her of Audrey Hepburn, who is the woman I would most enjoy looking like. She is 5'6" slender, not a body builder, and with an entirely different body type. The French women she meets all think she is an athlete - like, for real. So she feels like a moose next to them, but she isn't at all.
So my 2 adult guy fan club members think I am "tiny and delicate" and are always picking me up. I hate that and punch them in the stomach as hard as I can. They are both very muscular, but my nephew (age 57) is literally a body builder. He is gigantic. When we are in public, women of all ages literally stop and stare at him!
So daughter broke up with her boyfriend. Since then, guys have been hitting on her. One was a professional hockey player from Canada who introduced himself by telling her she was beautiful, and that he was a famous athlete on a famous team, but he quit to live in France. She looked him up on wikipedia and sure enough! She did not like him because he didn't want to learn French and it was obvious he was on the prowl.
Then she met another guy who is French, and who told her she was quite attractive, and said, "You shall come to my apartment". Way to sign your own death warrant, Buster! She met these guys either coming out of a shop or walking down the street! None gave her any real trouble but she was like not pleased with them for one reason or another, thank heavens! Although, if she married someone she'd met in similar circumstances, she could say, "This is my husband, Pierre. We met on a street corner in Paris!" Paris make the story sound better than Angers (pronounced not like an American would). I think it sounds so risque, while being quite innocent!
Here in my own life, I have embarked on a study of something that is going to rage out of control if I don't color within the lines. I picked up a book called Forensic Pathology of Unexpected and Unexplained Deaths. So I plowed through 4 chapters (each on a different body system) and realized I need more info because half the time I had no clear idea of what was being talked about. So I got a dozen more books that people in first year of medical school should read. I'd read a lot of the suggested books already, and I'm so excited to read the new ones.
I don't know who named various body parts, but I don't know why they had to get so darned fancy. I can't pronounce half of them, spell any of them, and wonder why they can't all be easy like nose or stomach. I guess I'll be getting a medical dictionary.
(I will say that since I read about grave robbers who sold the bodies to physicians so they could take a look inside, when I was 6, I have been passionate about reading about the human body, and about what animals in general actually look like inside. I'd love to see various surgeries and autopsies, too. And dissect a cadaver! Maybe youtube has that. But when I thought of all the docs I used to know when I lived here before, I looked them up and they had all died. They would have arranged all that for me. But now I will have to throw myself on the mercy of my PCP and cardiologist. I just want to watch, not to touch anything.
My Southern doctors, though, are probably going to wince at my being so unladylike. They are old. OTOH, I try to shock them whenever possible. No, not by using curse words -- I do, of course, IRL -- but I am trying to be both well bred and outrageous at the same time. It's fun to watch them laugh and then choke as though they had never laughed at all.
Then I decided to browse around the NIH website and read some papers. Two more interesting topics popped up -- the rate of suicides among physicians and medical malpractice. So I got some books and bookmarked some papers on NIH and I'm dying (ha ha) to read them too.
So I expect my studying these topics will feel to me like my dog felt when he rolled around on a dead fish! Anyway I finally stopped this endeavor at 6 a.m. this morning, slept for about 6 hours, and now I am eager to get right back into it. Land sakes, it's midnight. Time for meds and bed. Darn it! I have to get back to my regular sleep schedule.