tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254153824379805831.post6080871759916163398..comments2023-11-11T23:38:40.663-08:00Comments on tangobaby: Sometimes the weaker ones will panic.tangobabyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01288974184200212536noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254153824379805831.post-82290991541220217272008-07-16T13:16:00.000-07:002008-07-16T13:16:00.000-07:00Oh julochka,You were a very good sport! I am pictu...Oh julochka,<BR/><BR/>You were a very good sport! I am picturing you rolling your eyes with every new diagnosis, inwardly sighing but being incredibly supportive.<BR/><BR/>The things we do for those we love. I just hope he was not practicing his phlebotomy techniques on you.<BR/><BR/>And yes, dear Marty, may he rest in peace. I just found out that he wrote two skits that eventually became classic Monty Python (and two of my faves): the Four Yorkshiremen and the Bookshop.tangobabyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01288974184200212536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254153824379805831.post-68509685620954818042008-07-16T02:53:00.000-07:002008-07-16T02:53:00.000-07:00i'm not sure my doctor would ever call me...but if...i'm not sure my doctor would ever call me...but if he did, and i missed the call, i'd definitely do that. :-) <BR/><BR/>i met my starter husband when he was in medical school and so went through 3 and a half years of being "diagnosed" with whatever the latest disease he was studying, always at the extreme. a small cough--TB! a headache--brain tumor! a cut would quickly become gangrene.<BR/><BR/>perhaps that immunized me a bit.<BR/><BR/>love the marty feldman ref, tho'. :-)julochkahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10884096685015570257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254153824379805831.post-10866939553042894642008-07-15T22:32:00.000-07:002008-07-15T22:32:00.000-07:00Hi Relyn,Yeah, I wrote this post after the fact ba...Hi Relyn,<BR/><BR/>Yeah, I wrote this post after the fact basically. But I will still accept your peppy, happy message because I love getting those from you.<BR/><BR/>But now I have to spank you a little (virtually) and guilt you a little and you probably know what I'm going to say but...YOU HAVE TO GET A REGULAR PAP SMEAR.<BR/><BR/>In this case, ignorance is not bliss and you have a lovely family that wants you to be healthy and happy for a long time. I can understand how horrible it must have been to have that ding-dong nurse mix you up with another patient, but that does not let you off the hook for doing something simple (albeit unenjoyable, I admit) that could save you health worries down the road.<BR/><BR/>Okay, no more guilt. It's just the love talking, okay?<BR/><BR/>xoxo<BR/><BR/>Hi Liz,<BR/><BR/>Pitiful and sniveling, I can handle that. You and I can definitely be friends.<BR/><BR/>I am so glad to know that I am not the only drama queen I know! Thank goodness!<BR/><BR/>And I hope your back is feeling better! Maybe a nice heating pad and a hot fudge sundae would do the trick.tangobabyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01288974184200212536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254153824379805831.post-54947638624632307572008-07-15T20:28:00.000-07:002008-07-15T20:28:00.000-07:00OH! I am a pitiful and sniveling worrier... I worr...OH! I am a pitiful and sniveling worrier... I worry about things that I haven't even talked to a doctor about, like the pain in my lower back that has been there for a week or more, I wake in the middle of the night.... I won't bore or horrify you with the thoughts and worries I conjure up for myself... but I am thinking there are an awful lot of us worriers out there... SO glad all is well tho...Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16632177878027001035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254153824379805831.post-1267078458075368352008-07-15T19:43:00.000-07:002008-07-15T19:43:00.000-07:00I am sorry I didn't get to this post in time to le...I am sorry I didn't get to this post in time to leave a peppy, happy, encouraging comment. Am most relieved to hear that all is well. <BR/><BR/>Yes. We all do those kinds of things. Once I got an abnormal pap report and managed to stay very calm while I called the doctor. (Note - it was not a weekend.) The nurse mentioned cancer and I got a bit upset. (honestly, only a bit) She reprimanded me for being upset and I jumped on her head - politely, of course. I told her that she was the one to mention cancer and that she has no business mentioning cancer and then telling someone to settle down not be worried. <BR/><BR/>Anyway - this story is much better in the telling than the writing. All that to say, "yes I get it." Oh - it was a mistaken report and nothing was wrong at all. I haven't had a pap since then, though.Relyn Lawsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01389583730002062714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254153824379805831.post-71453973180161095282008-07-15T17:00:00.000-07:002008-07-15T17:00:00.000-07:00Hi Yoli,I'm glad you think it's endearing...I was ...Hi Yoli,<BR/><BR/>I'm glad you think it's endearing...I was mostly annoyed with myself but tried to keep my worry to a dull roar so as not to affect others.<BR/><BR/>I have been known to befriend other Sags in the past, so I guess I am not as surprised as you are. But adoring Errol Flynn (he was my first crush too and I have a photo of him on my dresser) and loving chocolate need no astrological reasons. Both are wonderful for any zodiac sign.<BR/><BR/>Hi TheElementary,<BR/><BR/>Well, it's not that I thought I might be sick, it's just that I'm getting to the age that someone once said "when the warranty runs out."<BR/><BR/>All is relatively well and good and I thank you for the well wishes!<BR/><BR/>Hi moderntanguera,<BR/><BR/>Why on earth do we do that to ourselves? It's really so silly. <BR/><BR/>I am guessing that you do what I do and play out these very dramatic scenes in your mind where people feel sorry for you, and then you experience a miraculous recovery before it is too late.tangobabyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01288974184200212536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254153824379805831.post-20821308066688036182008-07-15T16:09:00.000-07:002008-07-15T16:09:00.000-07:00I do that sort of thing, too. I had myself convin...I do that sort of thing, too. I had myself convinced for about 48 hours that I had cancer after I got a cryptic/vague message from my doctor once.ModernTanguerahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16368826101823166702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254153824379805831.post-34683290957112407682008-07-15T12:59:00.000-07:002008-07-15T12:59:00.000-07:00If you get the least bit of an idea that you are s...If you get the least bit of an idea that you are sick, nothing will get it out.<BR/>I've been there. Notice how everything matches up when you're looking for it? Scary, scary thoughts. <BR/>I'm sure we all do it! You didn't say at the end but I assume and hope that all is well in tango land.Phyllis Hunt McGowanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13370730851612587650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254153824379805831.post-5976201863672578712008-07-15T12:07:00.000-07:002008-07-15T12:07:00.000-07:00I have to say that I have a best friend who does t...I have to say that I have a best friend who does those kinds of things and more. Very endearing in its quirky way. I am sorry you are so worried. <BR/><BR/>Thank you for your sweet post! I was blown away that someone else loved those things too!!! How could it be? You are a Scorpio, I am a Sagittarius? Total opposites! LOL. I adore Errol Flynn, he was my imaginary boyfriend when I was a little girl. Of course Robin Hood played a huge role. You mentioned chocolate...can't live without the stuff myself.Yolihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06068063513978782703noreply@blogger.com