Medical Terminology, North Georgia Mountain Style

Southerners have the lowest stress rate because they do not take medical terminology seriously.  You're gonna' die anyway, so live life and don't worry so much!


Medical Dictionary - North GA Mountain Style

Artery: High Museum, Atlanta, GA

Artery................... The study of paintings
Bacteria.................Back door to the cafeteria
Barium.................. What doctors do after a patient dies
Benign.................. What you be, after you be eight

Rotunda Square, Rome

Caesarean Section ........................A neighborhood in Rome
Cat Scan........................................Searching for Kitty
Cauterize .......................................Made eye contact with her
Coma ............................................ A punctuation mark

Dilate

Dilate .................................To live long
Enema ................................Not a friend
Fester.................................Quicker than someone else
Fibula .................................A small lie

"Medical Staff"

    

Medical staff..................................A doctor's cane
Morbid ......................................... A higher offer
Nitrates...........................................Cheaper than day rates
Node..............................................I knew it!

Post Operative

Outpatient ................A patient who has fainted
Pelvis........................Second cousin to Elvis
Post Operative..........A letter carrier
Recovery Room........Place to do upholstery

Rectum

Rectum.................Smashed 'em up purty bad
Secretion..............Hiding something
Seizure..................A Roman emperor
Tablet....................A small table

Urine

Terminal Illness......Getting sick at the airport
Tumor...................One plus one more
Urine....................Opposite of you're out

Shalom  Y'all - Twyla 

The Cleft of the Rock

my watercolor, "In The Cleft of The Rock"

 
  This morning I went to the opthamologist; then, stopped to buy chicken feed; then, went to vote.  The trip was an interesting experience because the first stop was the eye doctor, where they dilated my pupils, making the rest of my errands interesting to say the least...
     This was my first time to vote in this county.  I thought I knew where to go to vote, so I went to the general vicinity and watched to see where people were parking and what door they were going in and out of. I discerned that a certain annex of the courthouse must be the polling place.  As I entered the parking lot, a lady walked by, and I asked her if I was at the right place to vote.  She said, "Yes.", so I parked and went on in.  (The reader must keep in mind that I couldn't see more than  8 or 10  feet ahead - and  even that was blurry.   I think I must've had an unusual reaction to the dilation drops... I don't remember being THIS incapacitated the last time I had my eyes dilated.)
     So, anyhow, I went in.  Had to wait in one line, then another.  They couldn't find me on their lists.  Not with my maiden name nor my married name.  Hmmmm..... Finally, they looked me up in their computer system and found that I was at the wrong polling place.  I needed to go to the highschool. Thankfully, I know where the highschool is, so getting there wasn't a problem. But, once I got into the driveway, the same dilemna was before me as I looked at the many entrances.  There were posters all over the place, stating such things as "VOTE",  "Vote Here", etc.  Problem was, I couldn't read them until I was practically standing on top of them!  Again, I watched as people came and went; and, decided  on a certain entrance.  It was, again, a good guess.
     There were two lines.  We all  had to go through the first line to have our ID electronically swiped and a voter card issued.  Then,  we waited in the second line  for a computer booth to become available.  It wasn't at all unpleasant.  People around here are friendly and easy to strike up a conversation with.  Although the wait was probably about 45 minutes, it went quickly. After casting my ballot, I wandered back out to the Jeep and toodled on home.  Slowly.  "Toodling" is always slow, y'know?  Nobody in a hurry toodles. Moshe was  mortified, as am I, at my inability to see for these few hours, and to know that I was out driving in that condition! 
     Which brings me to the point of my story.  The painting above is adapted from several photos I took a few years ago when I visited Israel.  I kept seeing  and photographing white doves in various locations.  I saw them at the hotel.  I saw them at the Jordan River where we were baptized.  And I saw them at the Wailing Wall - lots of them, perched on top of the wall, flying about, and this one dove safely settled in the cleft of one of the huge rocks that make up The Wall.
      That's what it's all about.  Next time I need my eyes dilated, I'll make arrangements for someone else to drive.  But today, despite my lack of vision,  the LORD kept me safely in The Cleft of The Rock.

             Shalom Y'all - Twyla