That is not really true I do care but I pick my battles more wisely. When I feel powerless to change certain circumstances I remove myself from the equation. Here are some examples.
My daughter insists on eating a ton of sugar and crap that she knows is not good for her. Then; like every teenage girl her age, she complains about her weight. When she was younger I sounded like a broken record. ‘You don’t need two desserts off the buffet bar’. ‘You don’t need to eat a whole pizza by yourself.’ 'No you cannot have a 15 oz. steak!'
It got to the point I was not enjoying my own meal because I was confronting her about the amount or type of food she was eating. Today when she cooks three hotdogs and looks at me I simply tell her ‘You took nutrition class at school and you know how to eat healthy so I am not going to nag you anymore.’
My son is 17. He developed a nasty habit of dipping tobacco.
I am a dentist! He works as an assistant in my office!
I was enraged at first. I warned him about all the dangers of oral cancer but he didn’t listen. I have confiscated cans of tobacco, threatened the friends who buy it for him and refused to defend him when he got suspended from school for dipping on campus.
Nothing works so I quit nagging. He may not get oral cancer; but he will probably get a mouth full of decayed teeth. He knows how I feel about it and my constant nagging is not helping him-or me. Funny thing is I casually told him the other day that his teeth are starting to turn yellow. He didn’t like that at all – perhaps this will be the stimulus to quit the dip. I am not mentioning it again. I have found the less I say the better.
The list still goes on. My kids need to do their homework and study for their tests. They listen to their iPods WAY to loud, they probably shouldn’t blow all their allowance the first day they get it, their rooms are filthy and their laundry has not been done for weeks.
I will not nag until I am affected.
The day their unlaundered clothes stink they need to resolve the issue or they will not ride in the car with me. I will not supplement their income at the end of the week because they did not spend wisely. I figure it is better for them to experience being overdrawn and broke under my roof instead of when they are on their own. They abide by their set bedtimes because I am not going to deal with sleepy cranky kids. They do not text at the dinner table because I want their undivided attention.
When I quit nagging they started to listen. This was an interesting turn of events...ah but I will save that interesting story for tomorrow.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Raymondblog
I must do whatever it takes to keep me at my best. This includes Yoga classes, chiropractic and massage visits and the hardest for me - downtime. When I take care of myself and let the assistants take care of the practice I have a thirst- a drive to help the kids.
I schedule the massages and exercise time during work hours – I used to feel guilty but now I know if I don’t do these maintenance procedures I will miss work or even worse get burned out.
BLOG OF INTEREST
MAINTAINING MYSELF OR NO DENTISTRY GETS DONE
I love to cruise and not just because of the port of calls. I like the day to day running of the ship. I love to walk the decks of the ship and watch the ship crew at their daily activities. Ship life is interesting because some form of cleaning or maintaining is going on all the time. I met two interesting people on my last cruise the Royal Caribbean's Navigator of the Seas. They both taught me a valuable lesson.
First was a painter named Raymound from Africa. He told me painting the sides of the ship is ongoing. He paints six days a week for three hours year round. Once he is done painting the whole area of the ship that he is responsible for he starts the process over again- 'from where he started'. It is an on-going, never-ending process. This made me realize that we have to be on-going and never-ending in our attempts to keep our lives and possessions at their best. Once we have maintained what we are responsible for we must then go back to the beginning - the start of it all. This applies to most things in our life-housekeeping, lawncare and car maintenance. This is a routine that must be repeated over and over- it is never ending.
As I continued my stroll around the ship I drew correlations in my own life. Dentistry is pretty rigorous on the body. I work out in one form or another six days a week. Every day is dedicated to a body part or area. Once I have trained all the various areas I start over again with the first body part trained. I had never thought about myself as 'something' to be maintained but without training in this manner I would not be an effective dentist.
I remember another conversation I had with Raymound. I asked him why he didn't just paint eight hours straight and get the job done quicker. He could have a couple of days off! It seemed more efficient to me. He stated that if he painted more than three hours a day his shoulder and back started to hurt. He said that was counter-productive because then he had to spend many days recuperating and no painting got done. I could see corrlelations there as well. I work about 5 hours a day four days a week. If I try to add an additional day or increase my hours per day I feel pain in my wrists, shoulders and neck. I must listen to my body to know what my limitations are. To work past my limit is counter-productive. I hurt myself and spend days recuperating. No dentistry gets done.
My conversation with Raymound was just as memorable as the sights I saw in Haiti and Jamaica. Through his insight I realized why my daily workouts were so important. I also learned that pushing my body to the limit is counterproductive because injury means no training and possibly no dentistry.
So I will maintain myself through scheduled, short but intense training and working periods indefinitely because maintenance is on going and never ending.
It’s a Daily Balancing Act ….They take care of me- I take care of them
I had shopping bags in my hand and was walking to my red Silverado truck. The parking lot was obscure and tight. Eight vehicles were packed in like a can of sardines. As I was approaching my vehicle three women came toward me. They were intimating and tall with broad tattooed shoulders. They started heckling me. Taunting me. They demanded my packages. I was scared but I had spent hours looking for these purchases and was not willing to give them up. I said no and started to move around them. I had the truck keys in one hand and my brain was instructing me to use it as a weapon but I realized I was no match for these amazons. The biggest girl snatched the bags from my hand and they descended on my purchases like a hungry pack of wolves. I had decided an ass whooping was not worth a few clothes. I turned to run and pulled my cell phone from my pocket and desperately dialed 911 but my fear made me clumsy and I kept misdialing.
I made it about ten steps then I anticipated what would happen next before I could even feel it. One of the girls grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around. "Give me your car keys!" Her breath was hot and rancid in my face. "GIVE EM TO ME NOW!!!!" Spittle specked my face. She was that close.
There was no way in hell I was giving her the keys to Freddy's truck. Too many memories were wrapped up in that vehicle and plus it was paid off. However her vise-like grip on my shoulder changed my mind. Suddenly the vehicle was not as important as avoiding the pain that would ensue. With a whimper I handed over the keys and whispered "please leave me alone". "Poor baby" they taunted. I watched them jostle each other as they pushed the unlock button on the keys to discover which vehicle they had just stolen. I narrowly jumped out of the way as sped out of the parking lot.
Two weeks later I return to the scene of the crime. This time I have no purchases; I am on a reconnaissance mission. I park my tahoe in the same parking lot and begin to look around. This time I notice details that I had noted before. The neighborhood is shady and run down. There are homeless people wandering aimlessing around. Why had I come to this particular neighborhood to shop and why had I not noticed this two weeks ago? Before I can take ten steps a couple of people start walking toward me. They call out to me. I do not catch their eye and attempt to walk by. Again my instincts kick in and I know I have become prey. But this time I am pissed...I do not like being pushed around by people bigger than me. I engage them in an argument this time - giving back just as good as I took last time. Within minutes I realize that once again I am over my head and my fear is incredible. I look toward the street and see a nice looking black kid walk by. I yelled out to him, imploring his assistance. He turns into the parking area and smiles at me broadly. It is then I realize he is not a friend but foe. With incredible strength I break away from my captors and barely squeeze into my car. In my haste I drop my keys but I am quick enough to hit the lock button on the door. As I reach down to retrieve my keys I get a muscle spasm from my neck down my shoulder and across my back. I force my arm to put the key in the ignition and the Tahoe comes to life. While backing the tahoe out I hit the parked car to my right. The cars seem impossibly tight especially with the hoodlums leaning over the windshield and standing on the running bars. I accelerate hard and slam into the car parked behind me. I drop the gearshift into drive and prepare to stomp the accelerator. I look up and stare into the faces of four people blocking my entrance into the street.....
and then the phone rings.
I hear Freddy groggily say 'hello' and realize I am laying in my bed. Freddy is on-call this week and has answered the phone. I realize my back is in a full muscle spasm and my hands are clenched so hard I have to work to release them. However I was not a victim of a crime. It was only a nightmare but my body is not yet convinced of this fact.
I could not get the images out of my head. People say dreams are our subconscious mind trying to teach us a lesson. My reaction to this dream was so strong that I could not let it go. Laying in my sweat-covered sheets my mind ran though the dream again and I realize some correlations to my life.
In my dream I was unwilling to relinquish my purchases and the truck to protect myself from pain and injury. In real life I too often hurt myself in my attempt to protect what I have achieved. Sometimes that which I am holding on too is not worth the undue injury upon myself. I need to set limits to protect myself and decide if the goal is important enough to endure the pain.
Secondly, in my drive to achieve sometimes I am not aware or focused enough to realize the climate or situation I have gotten myself into. In my dream, that neighborhood was shabby and unsafe. There were safer areas to shop - I would have found the same merchandise. Where in my life do I put undue stress upon myself when another path would be safer but just as effective?
Lastly, I realized that I am stubborn. I didn't learn my lesson the first time - no I had to return to the same place where I had narrowly missed being beat down previously. I do this in my life repeatedly. It is almost as if I have to prove to myself that the first way I chose was indeed the best and I just have to work a little harder to prove it.
That nightmare was hell. I hope never to repeat it. But as I write this fourteen hours later I realize it taught me that I need to protect myself from pain and injury, and I must be aware of my environment and I need to ensure that I don't put myself in the same unhealthy situation in an attempt to achieve my goals. Perhaps these lessons can save me from a nightmare in real life.
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Blog link
LIFE MAINTENANCE
I hate to reschedule a patient because I am feeling poorly or heaven forbid take a sick day but I would feel worse if I injured a child because I was feeling under the weather. The same goes for a busy day. Just last week my last appointment of the day was a new family of four. Each of the children had gross decay. My hands actually ached to repair the teeth in their mouths however I was tired from the long day and as much as I hated to I placed the kids on antibiotics and rescheduled.
The parent can always be given the excuse of a ‘hot tooth’ or ‘too much infection to numb’ to reschedule.
There are days that I can be pig-headed and push myself to do more than I should. My staff have become very adept at knowing when I am at my limits and I have given them permission to call me on it if I go too far. It was not easy for them to do this at first – and in one case I ignored what they said and continued working anyway. Then I realized I cannot give them permission to put the brakes on me and then discount what they say. If one of the assistants is under the weather they can trade out with another assistant who is performing less strenuous duties for the day. I, however does not have that option.
I schedule the massages and exercise time during work hours – I used to feel guilty but now I know if I don’t do these maintenance procedures I will miss work or even worse get burned out.
BLOG OF INTEREST
MAINTAINING MYSELF OR NO DENTISTRY GETS DONE
I love to cruise and not just because of the port of calls. I like the day to day running of the ship. I love to walk the decks of the ship and watch the ship crew at their daily activities. Ship life is interesting because some form of cleaning or maintaining is going on all the time. I met two interesting people on my last cruise the Royal Caribbean's Navigator of the Seas. They both taught me a valuable lesson.
First was a painter named Raymound from Africa. He told me painting the sides of the ship is ongoing. He paints six days a week for three hours year round. Once he is done painting the whole area of the ship that he is responsible for he starts the process over again- 'from where he started'. It is an on-going, never-ending process. This made me realize that we have to be on-going and never-ending in our attempts to keep our lives and possessions at their best. Once we have maintained what we are responsible for we must then go back to the beginning - the start of it all. This applies to most things in our life-housekeeping, lawncare and car maintenance. This is a routine that must be repeated over and over- it is never ending.
As I continued my stroll around the ship I drew correlations in my own life. Dentistry is pretty rigorous on the body. I work out in one form or another six days a week. Every day is dedicated to a body part or area. Once I have trained all the various areas I start over again with the first body part trained. I had never thought about myself as 'something' to be maintained but without training in this manner I would not be an effective dentist.
I remember another conversation I had with Raymound. I asked him why he didn't just paint eight hours straight and get the job done quicker. He could have a couple of days off! It seemed more efficient to me. He stated that if he painted more than three hours a day his shoulder and back started to hurt. He said that was counter-productive because then he had to spend many days recuperating and no painting got done. I could see corrlelations there as well. I work about 5 hours a day four days a week. If I try to add an additional day or increase my hours per day I feel pain in my wrists, shoulders and neck. I must listen to my body to know what my limitations are. To work past my limit is counter-productive. I hurt myself and spend days recuperating. No dentistry gets done.
My conversation with Raymound was just as memorable as the sights I saw in Haiti and Jamaica. Through his insight I realized why my daily workouts were so important. I also learned that pushing my body to the limit is counterproductive because injury means no training and possibly no dentistry.
So I will maintain myself through scheduled, short but intense training and working periods indefinitely because maintenance is on going and never ending.
It’s a Daily Balancing Act ….They take care of me- I take care of them
I had shopping bags in my hand and was walking to my red Silverado truck. The parking lot was obscure and tight. Eight vehicles were packed in like a can of sardines. As I was approaching my vehicle three women came toward me. They were intimating and tall with broad tattooed shoulders. They started heckling me. Taunting me. They demanded my packages. I was scared but I had spent hours looking for these purchases and was not willing to give them up. I said no and started to move around them. I had the truck keys in one hand and my brain was instructing me to use it as a weapon but I realized I was no match for these amazons. The biggest girl snatched the bags from my hand and they descended on my purchases like a hungry pack of wolves. I had decided an ass whooping was not worth a few clothes. I turned to run and pulled my cell phone from my pocket and desperately dialed 911 but my fear made me clumsy and I kept misdialing.
I made it about ten steps then I anticipated what would happen next before I could even feel it. One of the girls grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around. "Give me your car keys!" Her breath was hot and rancid in my face. "GIVE EM TO ME NOW!!!!" Spittle specked my face. She was that close.
There was no way in hell I was giving her the keys to Freddy's truck. Too many memories were wrapped up in that vehicle and plus it was paid off. However her vise-like grip on my shoulder changed my mind. Suddenly the vehicle was not as important as avoiding the pain that would ensue. With a whimper I handed over the keys and whispered "please leave me alone". "Poor baby" they taunted. I watched them jostle each other as they pushed the unlock button on the keys to discover which vehicle they had just stolen. I narrowly jumped out of the way as sped out of the parking lot.
Two weeks later I return to the scene of the crime. This time I have no purchases; I am on a reconnaissance mission. I park my tahoe in the same parking lot and begin to look around. This time I notice details that I had noted before. The neighborhood is shady and run down. There are homeless people wandering aimlessing around. Why had I come to this particular neighborhood to shop and why had I not noticed this two weeks ago? Before I can take ten steps a couple of people start walking toward me. They call out to me. I do not catch their eye and attempt to walk by. Again my instincts kick in and I know I have become prey. But this time I am pissed...I do not like being pushed around by people bigger than me. I engage them in an argument this time - giving back just as good as I took last time. Within minutes I realize that once again I am over my head and my fear is incredible. I look toward the street and see a nice looking black kid walk by. I yelled out to him, imploring his assistance. He turns into the parking area and smiles at me broadly. It is then I realize he is not a friend but foe. With incredible strength I break away from my captors and barely squeeze into my car. In my haste I drop my keys but I am quick enough to hit the lock button on the door. As I reach down to retrieve my keys I get a muscle spasm from my neck down my shoulder and across my back. I force my arm to put the key in the ignition and the Tahoe comes to life. While backing the tahoe out I hit the parked car to my right. The cars seem impossibly tight especially with the hoodlums leaning over the windshield and standing on the running bars. I accelerate hard and slam into the car parked behind me. I drop the gearshift into drive and prepare to stomp the accelerator. I look up and stare into the faces of four people blocking my entrance into the street.....
and then the phone rings.
I hear Freddy groggily say 'hello' and realize I am laying in my bed. Freddy is on-call this week and has answered the phone. I realize my back is in a full muscle spasm and my hands are clenched so hard I have to work to release them. However I was not a victim of a crime. It was only a nightmare but my body is not yet convinced of this fact.
I could not get the images out of my head. People say dreams are our subconscious mind trying to teach us a lesson. My reaction to this dream was so strong that I could not let it go. Laying in my sweat-covered sheets my mind ran though the dream again and I realize some correlations to my life.
In my dream I was unwilling to relinquish my purchases and the truck to protect myself from pain and injury. In real life I too often hurt myself in my attempt to protect what I have achieved. Sometimes that which I am holding on too is not worth the undue injury upon myself. I need to set limits to protect myself and decide if the goal is important enough to endure the pain.
Secondly, in my drive to achieve sometimes I am not aware or focused enough to realize the climate or situation I have gotten myself into. In my dream, that neighborhood was shabby and unsafe. There were safer areas to shop - I would have found the same merchandise. Where in my life do I put undue stress upon myself when another path would be safer but just as effective?
Lastly, I realized that I am stubborn. I didn't learn my lesson the first time - no I had to return to the same place where I had narrowly missed being beat down previously. I do this in my life repeatedly. It is almost as if I have to prove to myself that the first way I chose was indeed the best and I just have to work a little harder to prove it.
That nightmare was hell. I hope never to repeat it. But as I write this fourteen hours later I realize it taught me that I need to protect myself from pain and injury, and I must be aware of my environment and I need to ensure that I don't put myself in the same unhealthy situation in an attempt to achieve my goals. Perhaps these lessons can save me from a nightmare in real life.
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Labels: crime, life lessons
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Blog link
LIFE MAINTENANCE
I hate to reschedule a patient because I am feeling poorly or heaven forbid take a sick day but I would feel worse if I injured a child because I was feeling under the weather. The same goes for a busy day. Just last week my last appointment of the day was a new family of four. Each of the children had gross decay. My hands actually ached to repair the teeth in their mouths however I was tired from the long day and as much as I hated to I placed the kids on antibiotics and rescheduled.
The parent can always be given the excuse of a ‘hot tooth’ or ‘too much infection to numb’ to reschedule.
There are days that I can be pig-headed and push myself to do more than I should. My staff have become very adept at knowing when I am at my limits and I have given them permission to call me on it if I go too far. It was not easy for them to do this at first – and in one case I ignored what they said and continued working anyway. Then I realized I cannot give them permission to put the brakes on me and then discount what they say. If one of the assistants is under the weather they can trade out with another assistant who is performing less strenuous duties for the day. I, however does not have that option.
Monday, May 31, 2010
IT'S NOT MY FAULT!! IT'S BECAUSE I AM A LIBRA :)
The other day one of my assistants at the office read me something off the computer. It was a description of me....and she even listed my faults. What! I asked why she wrote about me and put it on the computer...and do I get an opportunity to do the same to her?
She told me it was the characteristics of my astrological sign Libra.
Wow! I have never really paid any attention to astrology. Freddy and I sometimes read our horoscope out of the paper but it is just for fun. Well today I did a little research into astrology and the sign Libra.
And it was scary....
Librans are known for lower back and visceral problems - check
The sign is the 'scale' because they seek balance and fairness - check
They have a very long fuse but when they do get upset they are a force of nature - check
They are very gentle and use charm to get what they want. Oh man! My secret is OUT!
They love to talk - repeat they love to talk :)
They are charming and irresistable - did you hear that Freddy?
They strive for balance in their lives and can be quite hard to handle when they get off balance. Anybody ever try to hang out with me when I haven't exercised for a couple days or when I am tired ? It isn't pretty.
They are the fixers....anything out of whack drives them crazy. Ummm YES
They have a 'soft' nature and like comfortable things...furnishings and clothes (that's true - I will not wear ANYTHING that is not comfortable - I tried on 50 wedding dresses before I found a comfortable one)
They think in relative terms instead of the absolute - ha I even called my blog "The Truth for Now" because I change my mind so many times!!
They are known as the 'thinker'. They think about everything. I don't know how many times my family members and friends have told me to quit 'thinking about it so much'.
On the dark side the Libran is indecisive (oh yeah) and constantly changing her surroundings and routines (dental assistants can I get an amen!). They are constantly seeking the 'best way' to do something.
They are also gullable - hate to admit it but yes I am.... only because I want to see the best in everyone. My poor husband and sister spend a lot of time watching out for me to make sure people do not take advantage of me.
I read descriptions of the other signs and laughed when I realized they do describe the people I know. Google your sign and see if I am wrong...I am interested in your input (as any Libran is!)
Okay maybe this isn't new to you and I have no idea how I reached my 40's without knowing this stuff however I think it is good to know. Assuming it is true. I can't figure out how it couldn't be-and you know I have done a lot of thinking about this. This answers a lot of questions but also could allow one to avoid responsiblity for their actions. Okay I have to go and think about this some more - those of you who know me realize that I will have a totally different opinion about this whole topic tomorrow....
She told me it was the characteristics of my astrological sign Libra.
Wow! I have never really paid any attention to astrology. Freddy and I sometimes read our horoscope out of the paper but it is just for fun. Well today I did a little research into astrology and the sign Libra.
And it was scary....
Librans are known for lower back and visceral problems - check
The sign is the 'scale' because they seek balance and fairness - check
They have a very long fuse but when they do get upset they are a force of nature - check
They are very gentle and use charm to get what they want. Oh man! My secret is OUT!
They love to talk - repeat they love to talk :)
They are charming and irresistable - did you hear that Freddy?
They strive for balance in their lives and can be quite hard to handle when they get off balance. Anybody ever try to hang out with me when I haven't exercised for a couple days or when I am tired ? It isn't pretty.
They are the fixers....anything out of whack drives them crazy. Ummm YES
They have a 'soft' nature and like comfortable things...furnishings and clothes (that's true - I will not wear ANYTHING that is not comfortable - I tried on 50 wedding dresses before I found a comfortable one)
They think in relative terms instead of the absolute - ha I even called my blog "The Truth for Now" because I change my mind so many times!!
They are known as the 'thinker'. They think about everything. I don't know how many times my family members and friends have told me to quit 'thinking about it so much'.
On the dark side the Libran is indecisive (oh yeah) and constantly changing her surroundings and routines (dental assistants can I get an amen!). They are constantly seeking the 'best way' to do something.
They are also gullable - hate to admit it but yes I am.... only because I want to see the best in everyone. My poor husband and sister spend a lot of time watching out for me to make sure people do not take advantage of me.
I read descriptions of the other signs and laughed when I realized they do describe the people I know. Google your sign and see if I am wrong...I am interested in your input (as any Libran is!)
Okay maybe this isn't new to you and I have no idea how I reached my 40's without knowing this stuff however I think it is good to know. Assuming it is true. I can't figure out how it couldn't be-and you know I have done a lot of thinking about this. This answers a lot of questions but also could allow one to avoid responsiblity for their actions. Okay I have to go and think about this some more - those of you who know me realize that I will have a totally different opinion about this whole topic tomorrow....
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Wrinkle cream-yes Depends-NO!
I am having a midlife crisis. At first I wasn't enjoying it at all. However, now I am having fun.
It started about a year ago. I don't know what precipitated it - the feelings came on very suddenly. It began when I realized I was relating with the woman on the wrinkle cream commercial. I had always ignored those commercials before - I didn't think they applied to me ...the mirror is telling me differently.
I will be very depressed when the Depends commericals apply to me - hopefully that will be a while yet.
I also noticed it when I went to see a doctor about a nagging pain in my elbow. In walks this 20-something looking guy who asked me to flex my arm while he evaluated my elbow. He was a kid! Doctors are supposed to be heavy-set and graying on top....you know - OLDER THAN ME!
He seemed very knowledgable though and definitely not bad to look at - hmmm I reconsidered. I thought maybe I could enjoy this 'younger doctor relationship' ..until he gazed into my eyes with his big brown incredibly long eyelashed self and stated "you're not as young as you used to be Mrs. Williams. It may be time to slow down just a bit." Wow just slap what little ego I had left right out of me!
Well that sucks! Here I am in the prime of my life. My kids are somewhat self-sufficient now and I have a little free time on my hands. I am pissed! I don't want to slow down.
I used to laugh at my husband because a couple of years ago he quit jumping out of bed and racing to the bathroom. Now he sits on the edge of the bed for a second then gingerly takes a couple of steps until his body realigns before heading to the shower. Well the joke is on me now as I take a ten minute hot shower every morning encouraging this foreign body I now reside in to function.
Well I decided I am not slowing down! Besides when the aches and pains get too bad I can at least look forward to a visit with the hot twenty-something doctor!!!
It started about a year ago. I don't know what precipitated it - the feelings came on very suddenly. It began when I realized I was relating with the woman on the wrinkle cream commercial. I had always ignored those commercials before - I didn't think they applied to me ...the mirror is telling me differently.
I will be very depressed when the Depends commericals apply to me - hopefully that will be a while yet.
I also noticed it when I went to see a doctor about a nagging pain in my elbow. In walks this 20-something looking guy who asked me to flex my arm while he evaluated my elbow. He was a kid! Doctors are supposed to be heavy-set and graying on top....you know - OLDER THAN ME!
He seemed very knowledgable though and definitely not bad to look at - hmmm I reconsidered. I thought maybe I could enjoy this 'younger doctor relationship' ..until he gazed into my eyes with his big brown incredibly long eyelashed self and stated "you're not as young as you used to be Mrs. Williams. It may be time to slow down just a bit." Wow just slap what little ego I had left right out of me!
Well that sucks! Here I am in the prime of my life. My kids are somewhat self-sufficient now and I have a little free time on my hands. I am pissed! I don't want to slow down.
I used to laugh at my husband because a couple of years ago he quit jumping out of bed and racing to the bathroom. Now he sits on the edge of the bed for a second then gingerly takes a couple of steps until his body realigns before heading to the shower. Well the joke is on me now as I take a ten minute hot shower every morning encouraging this foreign body I now reside in to function.
Well I decided I am not slowing down! Besides when the aches and pains get too bad I can at least look forward to a visit with the hot twenty-something doctor!!!
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