Granny Has A Podcast

…and here’s yet another Wilde complaint about the American Healthcare Delivery System so Get Ready.

OK remember back when we were talking about the whole healthcare delivery system here in the States, and that while I am richly grateful for good health, I can also see from just a few personal needs of late that it’s a bigger mess trying to get simple medical care here than is actually reasonable?

And who doesn’t love a swell run-on sentence of a Wednesday morning, eh?

Btw this started off to be a guide to finding me online, as I have still not dealt with the Socials buttons on my websites. Nor have I hired a proper tech geek to perform this action so I don’t have to. 😆🤣

Here’s one, it’s where the podcast lives, on Anchor.fm, which is now Spotify for Podcasters, which is surely another story for another day: https://anchor.fm/diana-wilde9/episodes/Granny-Has-A-Podcast–Season-1–episode-6-MamaCat-Goes-to-Washington-and-then-some-other-stuff-happened-e1suqp8

I haven’t published a new episode in two months so you have plenty of time to catch up. It’s just starting to get good.

So… a voiceover friend on LinkedIn (Lorena Belcher VO — Check her blog: https://www.lorenabelchervoiceover.com/post/works-both-ways) had posted the question, “What personality trait is both an asset and a potential stumbling block?”

And I had to answer honestly, it’s humor, my weird personal sense of humor Being funny. I carry a double-edged sword. I skew funny — “it’s a gift, and a curse,” in the words of Adrian Monk. It can save a social situation, put people at ease, break the ice, and sink the ship.

Now that I rock the long gray hair, medical professionals seem to find me hilarious in the clinical setting. OR, if I ask to be taken seriously, I am seen as argumentative. No kidding, sometimes they just seem to hate it when you self advocate.

Not always. But enough that it’s problematic.

A couple of weeks ago, during an intake evaluation with a new physical therapist, I experienced sudden extreme pain after doing a movement I didn’t want to do. The P/T insisted, I tried, and suddenly my pain went from zero to sixty, stat. They wanted to see one thing and we nearly ripped another thing.

I used the expression, “chandelier pain” to describe how fast and severe the onset of this pain was. I didn’t invent the line, it’s in common usage in Physical Therapy & pain management areas. It describes pain so severe that the patients are “swinging from the chandeliers,” it’s so high above 10 on a scale of 1 – 10. One of the PT’s present thought it was hilarious. I’m trying not to scream, nearly paralyzed with pain, tears are rolling down my face, and this guy’s laughing his scrubs off.
I plan to go right on being funny.
But holy Toledo.

Don’t worry, I’m fine. My husband came to take me home and I renewed my relationship with ice packs (on for 20 off for 20), and sure enough 24 hours later I was frisky once again and the sudden severe strain was well on the way to nearly being healed.

But I gotta wonder… why was I so pissed off at that poor P/T who was laughing? Why didn’t I just laugh along?

Oh yeah.

Because nobody likes to be laughed at when they’re in pain. Nobody. It causes more pain. And it was pretty much the height of completely unprofessional behavior for that person treating me in the clinical setting to laugh at a patient in crisis. So there’s our takeaway lesson. Golden Rule, baby. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

Oh, right, links. Here’s another one. I know a lot of people say Tumblr is a “shyte site,” but it has both me AND Wil Wheaton, which I think makes it cool. Includes all my blog posts, many cat videos, and plenty of Amy Farah Howler.

Ok, one more, here’s my IMDB. I post it just to remind my gals of a certain age that I was 64 before my two movies opened. I have roles in feature films. It means so much, to survive so much, to see a goal reached, a dream come true. Hold on tight to your dreams, cats & kittens.

Okie dokie. I have audio to edit and they just delivered the new shower curtain. Thanks for reading. I’ll make you some fresh audio before I go to Atlanta. Meow, darlings.