Looking at Life From Both Sides of the Fence

Dear Reader:

Yesterday I had a great lesson in perspectives… as patients going into medical centers for lab work and appointments… there is always that sense of ” What If or What Might They Find?”… best summed up as the ” Prick, Press and Prod” experience.

But what about everyone who works in the medical center… don’t they have their own perspectives each day?

Everyone of the ” Blood Lab Vampires ” is so nice and funny… going out of their way… to leave one with perhaps less blood but a smile on the face. Normally you return to the waiting room … to wait while some of the lab test results start showing up.

But Tuesday … I was taken immediately from the lab to the examination room to get all vital signs checked and my blood pressure was actually the best it has ever been… I must be finally ( after 15 years) getting over my white jacket high blood pressure syndrome. About time… right?

My wonderful oncologist and I had a fun discussion about her son and my two grandsons ( Rutledge and Lachlan) attending the same camp this June and hoping they can meet each other.

But still no lab results forthcoming so depending on the outcome of several criteria … it looks like there’s some follow-up procedures. Just have to take it one day at a time. God hasn’t steered me wrong yet.

And then while I was waiting to check out … I noticed a sign the appointment lady had put up… and I had to laugh!

Of course I wanted to know the story behind the sign… the receptionist sighed and shook her head… apparently I wasn’t the only one not sleeping well Monday night…as each office worker came in … each had their own story that had befallen them during the night before or that morning…sick children, no show babysitters (now that school was out) and car troubles… just to name a few.

The sweet but tired receptionist commented that the one good thing to come out of a tough work day was the unity and bonding felt as they all shared their misfortunes together. Misery does love company… tired or not.

**It’s okay if all you did today was survive.**

But as Scarlet reminds us … ” Tomorrow is another day.” Clean slate… Hope rises with the sun!

So until tomorrow…

**I always knew that orange was my color… now I know why!**

Am closing up the post today… a wonderful afternoon with a much needed rain shower…. in gratitude dear Father with drooping eyelids. Drop Drop Drip Drip!

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”

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