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By Vol-E

Seventy-seven days ago, I got ready to sleep in my own bed, having missed the previous night. That night had been spent in the Emergency department of our big city hospital. I ended up there because I felt sick, knew I might pass out as I had a few times before, and wanted to find out why. A kind co-worker drove me over, ignored my urging that she "just leave, I'll be fine" and watched me pass out cold in the wheelchair before they could process me into a room. Other fun experiences ensued, including a battery of tests and a parade of doctors and nurses. And an uncomfortable gurney with a "blanket" that was more like a paper towel with pretensions, over-bright lights, and some poor soul down the hall who kept yelling "Heeeeeeelllllllp!"  The conclusion drawn for my discharge was twofold: 1-I was dehydrated, and 2-My diabetes was not being properly controlled. The hospital helped me as best they could with those things while I was there, but …

Lady Sports

by The Urban Blabbermouth
~ Why are women competing in Track and Field?  Track and Field events are men’s events.  Track and Field events fall into three areas, throwing things (spear), jumping over things (high jump), and running, all showing off hunting skills.    The events are designed for men, conforming to men’s bodies and roles, and women are forced into competing in these events.   You can see how this works against women.  Women who win at track and field tend to have physiques like small bosoms and narrow hips, sort of man-ish.  Not many women with hourglass figures succeed and win Olympic medals.  What events fit women’s bodies and skills?  What are women good at?  I don’t know.  Not sure anyone does.  I have heard that women are more dexterous than men and can multi-task better.  I suppose we could combine some track and field events to use these skills.  How about a race where an athlete has to jump over ten hu…

10 Things I've Learned From Watching "The Walking Dead"

by Vol-E

As usual, I'm late discovering something that's wildly popular with 99% of the population. Thanks to Netflix and Boredom (not to be confused with Netflix and Chill), AMC's original series The Walking Dead has become my current addiction. If you are not familiar with the show and this blog post piques your curiosity, please be aware that this is not your parents' TV. The camera doesn't move away when the zombies move in for the kill -- in fact, you can count on close-ups every time and enough cranberry sauce, everywhere, to make you beg off Thanksgiving celebrations for the next several years, and probably convert to vegetarianism in the bargain. The word "splat" shows up a lot in the closed captions. In short, it's NOT for the faint of heart or weak of stomach. 

I suspect that most people, like me, tune in with three thoughts in the backs of their minds:  What would I do if a zombie apocalypse actually took place?How long would I last?Is that ho…

I Swear!

by Vol-E

I've lived in the south for over 30 years. Having grown up as a New Yorker, there were some changes to get used to once I crossed the Mason-Dixon line.

Language was a big one. My parents were well-behaved in public, but behind the closed doors of our home, they taught me all kinds of interesting vocabulary words, as they took their everyday frustrations out on one another. "Jerk" and "bastard" were two of the earliest ones, but by the time I was about eight, I knew pretty much every one of George Carlin's pet no-nos.

It was only in college that I met people who were outspokenly offended by swear words. The ones that raised eyebrows initially were related to religion. I began to think twice about using "hell" and "damn," and was politely informed one day that "God's last name is not 'dammit.'" So I gradually began censoring myself a bit, which was probably a good thing, once I joined the work force. Macy…

Our Short History Together

by The Urban Blabbermouth
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My friend Vicki died. We worked for the same company. Who could have guessed, when we first met over twenty-five years ago, that she would not make it past her fifties.

In the last eight years or so, we worked on different floors of the building. Vicki never mentioned that she was ill when we ran into each other in the lobby. She was on sick leave for a few months and I did not know. I came to work one morning and there was an announcement of her passing. I still do not know the nature of her illness.

We were friends and not friends. We shared no time outside of the office. Vicki had never been to my home nor I to hers. knew her as a single woman and as a married woman. I know about her husband and her children, although I have not met any of them. No matter, Vicki was a long-time part of my life and I feel her passing.

I feel my mortality too. I tell people to Save-the-Date for my one hundredth birthday party. My confidence about that …

What Not to Watch

By Vol-E

This morning my internet was out very briefly. We have the same provider for both TV and internet, and TV is my husband's lifeline to the world when he's home, so making sure we didn't have a cable problem was Priority One.

I switched on the TV at random, just to check, and landed on TLC, where an old episode of "What Not to Wear" was showing.

I used to LOVE that show. Couldn't get enough. I started with the British version -- Trinny and Susannah, whose trademark move was bouncing a woman's breasts with their hands and exclaiming "Tits!" Actually, that was not my favorite part of that show, but I watched anyway, and then they came up with an American version with Stacy London and Clinton Kelly.

I binge-watched that version even more than the BBC one. But when they stopped renewing the show, my attention drifted away. It was odd watching it this morning. And it seems a new chapter opened in my life -- one that does not care for this sho…