Ms. Insensitive

You know, I have noticed a lot of negative messages lately.

On someone else's site, somebody corrected someone for their description of the type of poetry written – and please don't ask me to remember what it was. Iambic Pentameter. That's not it, but it's one of those things most of us have forgotten since high school literature.

From my own commenters, I have seen a little bit of biting as well. Someone said something about my Atlanta comment. Apparently solo was hurt, and lashed out at Savannah. The traffic in Atlanta is bad, and I would never live there. Not a real slam, I thought. I did not say anything about the Atlanta Braves. Just strange.

He did say he was kidding after I wrote this. Darn! Guess I am a little sensitive right now, even after writing insensitive comments.

And then when I mentioned something about GLM (good looking mother/mom/mum), an RN said, "I never have seen this in any charts." Now, this person is a friend of ~debs, which makes her seem like a good person. Some people have good halos around them, and in my little brain, ~deb is one of those people.

From Doctors deny insulting patients with slang: The report by British doctor, Adam Fox has revealed for the first time the extensive medical slang used by some doctors to insult patients, or even colleagues. It notes that the age-old practice of medical slag has been dying out, due mainly to the number of lawsuits and the dangers involved in odd acronyms appearing on medical notes.

It was a common term that was once used in pediatric populations. But as this article (and others) suggest, litigation is taking this type of charting out of the medical records. Some of those slang terms, though, probably were more evident in Great Brittan. Or England. You know, those two islands off of Europe confuse me – I mean, does Great Brittan consist of England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales (with the exception of Northern Island). I really don't know, and I don't want to google it right now (see Prata's discussion on Google – I am boycotting them today, in honor of Prata). I visited once, and they all had their own money – but I think it was more like the state quarters, you could use them in the various parts. But I never got to Ireland, and I wanted to go there. Irish Stew and all. Irish Sweaters. Irish Setters. Man, that rock in the North Sea sure does put out product!

Back to me, please. Focus (said to me, not my kind reader). These little comments really don't bother me; or maybe they do. If I was writing better – thinking better – perhaps I would not even have noticed them. But I am in a bit of a funk.

These seem like little things, I am sure.

I have been reading Prata's new blog – I think some have gotten lost looking for it since it is not on Google's Blogger anymore. But it makes one think.

I am a bit sensitive right now – and I can tell that funny comments sometimes get to me. And it is not only here – part of the reason is I got a little promotion recently, and it has become the bane of my existence. For an extra $2,000/year, I have to work full time now. You see, before, if I was honest with myself, I was working perhaps 15 good hours per week. Now it looks like I have to work 32 hours per week (I am actually at work 40 hours per week, but you know what I mean).