Peculiar Gratitudes

RantWoman's peculiar gratitudes for today:

--RantWoman can tell, visually, when her glasses are dirty. RantWoman tends to test this tactilely but RantWoman is grateful that washing her glasses will restore her vision to its average level of fog and blur, refined by enough focus still to make the glasses worth the trouble.

--RantWoman is grateful for the bus grapevine. For example, if one is getting about on the bus with any kind of bandage or temporary encumbrance, the bus grapevine draws out all sorts of people willing to commiserate and to share vivid details from their own experiences. RantWoman's inclination is to warn fellow travelers: the bus grapevine frequently yields more graphic and lurid detail than people of delicate sensibilities can bear. However, as a result of the bus grapevine, RantWoman detected a problem under her cast.

RantWoman after a day feeling well enough to bang her cast around cleaning house detected what she first thought was a small spot of dirt. The next day, when RantWoman was doing NOTHING that would generate spots of dirt, the dirty spot was bigger. Worse, when RantWoman held her cast to her ear and jiggled, she could hear squishing. Every busborne tale of oozing casts and terrifying infections flooded RantWoman's head and she...called the nurse!.

On the phone the nurse said she had never heard of fluid coming from inside a cast. Hah thinks RantWoman, then either you have not been working very long where you work or you do not ride the bus because the bus grapevine is full of fruit about this. RantWoman and got scheduled the next day. At the appointment, after the internally seeping castr was removed, the nurse and nurse practitioner both agreed that RantWoman definitely needed to be seen. So RantWoman thanks the bus grapevine.

--RantWoman was thinking of going further in her appreciation of peculiar gratitudes. However, RantWoman has LOTS of groupies whose eyes would glaze over and soul grow faint even over the bus grapevine story and RantWoman is suffereing an uncharacteristic fit of magnamity. Suffice it to say, RantWoman is blessed by a rich bouquet of further such gratitudes AND by the sense that sometimes she and her more fainthearted groupies get to be darned grateful we have only your own problems! Enough said.