idiocy in the blood! doomed, i tell you, doomed!
Okay. The Shorters are my paternal grandmother's family. Large family, breeds highly intelligent, goodlooking people, but the men lack common sense, and are incapable of finding their asses with both hands and a road map, 85% of the time. Fortunately, they are well-nigh irresistable to women like the ones from my mother's family, who are intelligent and compentent and goodlooking.
Anyway...
[Excuse me. Soren just put on a song with the chorus of "fuck me -- I'm twee" and my mind just seized up for a moment.]
The women aren't always laden with practicality, either, and one of the recurring things is a reluctance to seek medical help. People in fandom might remember my cousin Elliot, who has been dealing with diabetes and heart attacks for most of his adult life. His mother, in her seventies or so, had had problems with a bruised toe that wouldn't heal; when she finally went to the doctor, it turned out to be gangrene, resulting in the amputation of her foot, and the question, "How long have you had diabetes?" My father, pure Shorter, delayed going to the doctor about abdominal pain for about a year, which meant that the colon cancer that eventually killed him had had the chance to spread severely, and turn to a large amount of abdominal necrosis as well.
And this is my family.
Anyway... on the way home from seeing Mom in the hospital yesterday, Melanie mentioned that she'd seen my cousin Alexis, who is doing well. Then she added, "Anne [Alexis' mother, Elliot's sister] is doing better. She fell off her bike, and a few days later, noticed a clicking sound when she was breathing. When she went to doctor, she found out that she'd broken two ribs and collapsed a lung."
AIEEEEE!
Okay. This is a serious request to my friends. I am obviously genetically designed to be stupid about my health. If it looks like I'm not behaving like a passably sane person, please feel free to kick my ass all the way to the doctor. Thank you.
Anyway...
[Excuse me. Soren just put on a song with the chorus of "fuck me -- I'm twee" and my mind just seized up for a moment.]
The women aren't always laden with practicality, either, and one of the recurring things is a reluctance to seek medical help. People in fandom might remember my cousin Elliot, who has been dealing with diabetes and heart attacks for most of his adult life. His mother, in her seventies or so, had had problems with a bruised toe that wouldn't heal; when she finally went to the doctor, it turned out to be gangrene, resulting in the amputation of her foot, and the question, "How long have you had diabetes?" My father, pure Shorter, delayed going to the doctor about abdominal pain for about a year, which meant that the colon cancer that eventually killed him had had the chance to spread severely, and turn to a large amount of abdominal necrosis as well.
And this is my family.
Anyway... on the way home from seeing Mom in the hospital yesterday, Melanie mentioned that she'd seen my cousin Alexis, who is doing well. Then she added, "Anne [Alexis' mother, Elliot's sister] is doing better. She fell off her bike, and a few days later, noticed a clicking sound when she was breathing. When she went to doctor, she found out that she'd broken two ribs and collapsed a lung."
AIEEEEE!
Okay. This is a serious request to my friends. I am obviously genetically designed to be stupid about my health. If it looks like I'm not behaving like a passably sane person, please feel free to kick my ass all the way to the doctor. Thank you.