Forgive me for sounding like a baby--I went out and took some pictures--when you see scenery like this close to home it melts your troubles away.
I didn't tell you that I watched the film a week ago and read the ten pages online to answer that question on Saturday afternoon. Needless to say, I remembered little of the stupid article.
After an hour taking pictures I stopped by the grocery store for a few things. As I was pulling out of my parking space I saw two women with a child in a stroller. One of the women was in a wheelchair--the blanket covering her feet no longer did so. She had malformed swollen feet; now she has something to complain about. It reminded me of one of my former patients who only wanted me every time. Trouble is she has spina bifida and is in a wheelchair only about three feet off the ground. Compounding the problem for the mammographer is that her breasts are the size of small watermelons. In addition, she had a very tiny cancer which necessitated her coming back every six months for three years. Yours truly used to have to get down on my knees, hoist the giant breast onto the plate while working the best I could around the wheelchair--now that was difficult. Imagine being in her seat--she'd had 34 surgeries, as I recall she was like 37 years old.
So, the whining has stopped on this end. Off to class to take the midterm--that means I'm half way there doesn't it?