I am honored once again to receive a nice award You Are My Sunshine Supportive Comment Award from Lee at Tossing it out. Go visit his blog for a wonderful treat of good writing on various subjects. The YAMSSCA award is for those bloggers "who lovingly follow and comment upon other blogs to give relevant feedback and encouragement". What a great thing! Again I will award my awards to others on one wild Bloggywood Night of Awards (that may last into the next day) coming up. However, I hear my grass growing and should do this before spring hits me in the face. Because frankly once I get rid of this weather here in MO, I will probably forget about my computer and hit the outdoors. Thank you so much, Lee, for this award.
On the Doctor
Remember the doctor who looks like my brother and is 12 and this bothers me? It's not because I dislike my brother - no quite the opposite- he's my favorite brother (ok my only brother). And I am not putting down Dr. people who look like they are twelve (sorry Dr. Daughter, I know you face this bias regularly). It's just the combo -well- leaves me wanting to find another doctor.
But, I paid him another visit.
The reason I went to the doctor is because my right arm hurts. I was told, I have tennis elbow a.k.a. golfer's elbow. There is also a medical term for it, but why use it when you can say to me it's golfer's or tennis elbow. It has hurt for weeks. So painful. I am suppose to wear a brace thingy and take lots of Ibuprofen and ice it. Oh and not use my arm if it hurts. You know if it hurts, don't do that. Except, I am right handed and I do repetitive work all day. I can just hear the conversation as I remote into a machine, "Let me show you what you need to do, Joe, I'm taking the cursor." I say to my user, "Oh wait, that hurts -can't do it." Well that will never work.
The next step, if it doesn't heal, is a shot in the old elbow.
I am sure you have heard about the professor who shot her colleagues after learning she would not make tenure. I am pretty sure it was less about tenure and more about her unstable mental history.
I will keep my opinion on tenure to myself, but I will tell you about a professor in grad school who worried me. I liked her very much, but knew there were webs in her attic. She found out that she and a few others would not return to teaching after that semester right before our class that evening. I could tell something was wrong. She was more out of sorts than usual. That evening she began her lecturing and then one gal commented on something and the professor totally lost it accusing the class of trying to confuse her, of not being serious about the class and so on. We sat very quiet as she broke down and then called a break and left for awhile. We found out later she would be repositioned within the university and not teaching. After that, she got angry one other time out of the blue and started on a rant. I emailed the office about her actions. I mean I'm old enough to know people shoot for all kinds of reasons. I want to say that as a person, I really liked her. One thing I am certain of about her, when her mind was clear she was one of the best teacher/professors I have ever had for knowledge on a subject. She just kept losing her thoughts - not in little ways either. At some point during that semester she accepted her new position with grace and some positive anticipation.
Writings in Progress:
- An essay - article. I am nearly finished and will query a MO magazine soon.
- Short Story - working title -The Desert- no plans for it.
- Outline finished for novel: When the Keepers of the House Tremble - I am having a brain block. I have the first chapter and a part of a second chapter, and I think I could write the last chapter, but the rest is not coming easily. I am more of a SS writer and this may be my problem. So, I'm going to try and think of each chapter as a short story. Plus, I like to do things in order and writing the chapters out of order is killing me. But I need to get it flowing.
Stay tuned for tomorrow - there's a new girl in town...and Tuesday is her name.
That's all folks. I am like the weather here in MO land, same-o same-o and boring. But, I have to blog no matter how boring I am.
So...what do you want to talk about? Talk to me.