Yesterday’s post received a “negative” comment.
In Internet language we call it a comment from a “troll.”
A troll is someone who hides behind anonymity to make nasty comments.
I don’t get a lot of troll comments, but I get them occasionally.
Hey, I realize if I put even a small fraction of my life out into the public domain some people are going to have an overwhelming urge to throw rocks at me.
I can’t say I understand it, but I know it’s a fact.
(By the way, what I write about publicly is only a very teeny, tiny, sliver of my life. To make giant assumptions about me based on very little information is really foolish.)
Usually, I delete hateful comments with very little thought.
But, yesterday’s comment made me laugh.
I thought I’d share it today, along with my own commentary.
A nurse at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota wrote the comment. I’ve included my responses in bold next to her comments in blue.
Same content day after day, year after year. No, actually it is not. Last week I wrote about my trip to shoot Texas. A month or two ago I was writing from Vancouver Island in Canada. Sometimes it’s about people, or pictures, or puppies, or current news events.
The sexiest and BEST therapist and pain doctors, surgeons, the OC has to offer; nary a word about the RNs who most likely see you too. OK, so you’re a nurse and you don’t feel appreciated. That much is very clear. I’m sorry people don’t tell you they appreciate you more often.
Second, I don’t consider any of my therapists or doctors “sexy” let alone “the sexiest.”
Paul Newman is attractive, I suppose. I know this, because I see the way women act around him. I, personally, don’t think of him as “sexy.” He really isn’t “my” type, but I can see why some women are attracted to him. I absolutely will ask him to do a little hip swishing (swaggering?) for me when I see him today. Maybe that will cause me to think of him as “the sexiest”??? That is, if I can stop laughing.
My doctors? Well, I’m pretty sure they aren’t sexual people. At least, I’ve never thought of them that way … and I’d prefer not to.
As for “the best” medical people? Well, I do feel I have the best in Orange County. And yes, it’s a subjective thing, isn’t it? But, my orthopedic surgeon takes care of Olympians and my pain management doctor has been written up in journals all over the country as being “the best” at what he does. I feel very fortunate to have them caring for me. Are there other doctors just as good as they are? I sure hope so. I hope a LOT of people are fortunate enough to have the great medical care every single person deserves.
As for the nurses …
Well, this is clearly a hot button for you, isn’t it? (By the way, I want to take a moment and say hello to Joanne one of my oldest, and best, friends who is a nurse. Hi Joanne! I love you and appreciate you even though you have never been *my* nurse.)
There are no nurses at physical therapy which is where I spend the vast majority of my medical time.
My orthopedic surgeon and my pain management doctors are not only my doctors, but they also became my friends years ago. They don’t send a nurse to see me before they see me. I’m sorry if that’s disappointing. They just come right into the room to chat. And, will it shatter your world if I tell you it isn’t unusual for them to text me or for me to text them, just randomly from time to time? Sometimes we text about my arm, but it could also be about a photo, or travel, or … something entirely different. (I think my last text with Dr. Painless was about his wine collection.)
Of course, there were nurses in the operating rooms during all nine of my surgeries. I was under the influence of anesthesia in all those instances so I can’t remember them. I’m sure they were wonderful human beings. I’m also pretty sure they understand I was unconscious and couldn’t voice my appreciation.
Chronic pain, pain meds, yet somehow you’re able to start a company and haul heavy equipment around, not only haul the equipment around but then set it up, get into all sorts of weird positions in order to get that perfect picture. And your point is …?? Would it be better if I sat on the couch all day and watched soap operas? I could weep about the pain I live with during the commercials? Are you trying to tell me I’ve done the wrong thing by trying to carry on with my life, and make myself productive, after the accident? Would it be better if I just “gave up?” I have learned to do a LOT with just my left arm. I’m very proud of all I’ve learned to do. I also get a lot of help from people who carry my equipment, rolling cases, and other means. And guess what? You can’t make me feel bad about how much I’ve accomplished. It sure hasn’t been easy … in fact, it has been damn hard. I’m proud of every single accomplishment.