Cheap Scrubs

Posted on May 24, 2011 by larry

I’ve been spending some time this past week getting poked with my nemisis–hypodermic syringes a.k.a.–Needles! I required some blood work, a C-T scan and numbing. I opined to the nurse’s that I have white coat syndrome. In case you’re unaware this is the condition that records your blood pressure higher than it usually is due to the fact that you’re just getting it done. But then I realized, there are no white coats or uniforms in hospitals anymore. Everyone wears scrubs. Blue ones, green ones, but mostly flowered ones. This made me realize how accomodating hospitals can be. Why wouldn’t everyone want their employees to be as comfortable as possible? Some of these ensembles can be quite sartorial. But I got to thinking, why are they called scrubs that can be found here,  http://www.blueskyscrubs.com/categories/Scrubs/Scrubs-for-Women/ or cheap scrubs? No one scrubs anything when wearing these. You’re either getting carted on a gurney, stuck with a needle, slid into a large metallic donut, having your temperature taken, or just signing a large degree of documents. But no one scrubs. So the next time I have blood work done I’ll mention to the nurse that I’m having flowered scrub syndrome.

 

 

 

 

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The End Is Coming

Posted on May 18, 2011 by larry

The world as we know it is coming to an end on Saturday, May 21st by all predictions. I’m pretty much pissed off about all this. I really screwed up. I drove back to Pittsburgh on Monday as I had scheduled myself for a simple procedure. In no need of a trache or stoma anymore, I decided to have my surgeon sew closed my neck. I vaccillated on this decision as it provided an alternative airway, giving me a comfort level, albeit a false sense of security. I constantly worried about water from the shower entering the orifice not to mention the fact that any water sports have been completely out of the question. I returned here to Lake In Wood, immediately after the procedure. My thinking being that the following day was going to be the most miserable and I wanted to be in the RV prior to the onset of anything negative. And I was correct. My neck has swollen to proportions that I now could play the part of Shrek. I have to sleep in a chair, and I’m semi-miserable. All this to engage in kayaking, boating, and water sports. But honestly, there is a dash of vanity in there as I disdained the hole in my neck. Now all this was for naught as the end is approaching and by Saturday we shall all perish in some way. However, I have scheduled a day with Ryan. We are attending an alumni feat as a father-son team at his alma mater. I can’t think of a better way to “Go Out”!  And if it comes as scheduled, I’ll be in hell so look for me there, as I’m hoping to see most of my acquaintances there with me.

 

 

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Mens’ Night Out

Posted on May 9, 2011 by larry

I was basking in the elixir of fatherhood yesterday. Unlike lyrics from “The Cat’s In the Cradle“, Ryan makes time for me which I find uncomparable. We exchanged stories about his new offspring, chased pars with another twosome on the links and then topped the evening off with a Phillies game. I have a penchant to see a game in every national stadium. This is not a bucket list or death wish item. I’m in no hurry. Just like playing golf in each of the contiguous forty eight, my quest to take in all the parks stems from watching Ray Kinsella play catch with his deceased father in Field of Dreams. We took in all the hoopla and sights, feasted on oil ladened fries and cheesesteaks, watched Harry Kallas posthumously on the big screen, and just enjoyed a men’s night out. Personnally, I felt like I was in a commercial from some Madison Avenue marketing firm discussing the merits of familial bonding. Our seats were four rows behind the dugout, the hometeam won, the drawing card hit a home run, the liberty bell rang out, and big bird danced in front of us. The only downside I felt in the entire was my own personal aversion to the style in which baseball players wear their pants today. I’m still old school. I like a lot of socks showing and still yearn for the stirrups. It dates back to the Freudian visions of a young teen mesmerized by heroes of the diamond, emblazoned on my mind’s eye, which still carries some weight in my personal bias today. Enough of my bantering, the show tells the story. Enjoy the pix below.

 

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