Thursday, September 21, 2017

...Not Quite so Nearly Naked.


So there I was seeking out a washroom, while strolling short corridors within' the diagnostic imaging department in a fabulously fashionable gown...actually two.   Two gowns.   How wonderful of someone to have finally decided it is not terribly dignifying to wonder about, whilst ones buttocks with their sideways smile, make an unannounced appearance directly behind you, ahead of everyone else.  
Being asked; by random people in a meeting, "Are you looking for your clothes?", made me considerably grateful I was clothed in some degree at that very moment.
Someone was clever enough to initiate the "first gown goes front facing and second gown rear facing" ensemble which gives one the extra layer of security in feeling not quite so nearly naked.
My clothes safely kept in a nearby change cubicle and I, safely kept in two gowns.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

The Season made me do it...again!




Saturday morning, showering, changing the towels; retrieved from the linen closet, in the hall, I realize something is happening.    I realize it as soon as I go to closet, then open the door. It begins.
The report to authorities reads like, "I didn't know I was going to do it, it just happened!", I explain and then, "Honestly I have no idea what came over me!".
Clearly the last part of the statement is a lie.    It's a lie, because I know after sooooo many years of seasons arriving and departing, this is not an uncommon occurrence.

Almost officially Autumn and despite being very weary and with soooo many things gnawing at my thoughts, it happens, whether I  really WANT to or not, a rage of epic cleaning proportions occurs. An inner clock of sorts, ringing like there's no tomorrow and it won't stop until I pay it mind, like an unspoken duty only I (suddenly) am made aware of internally.  
Hubby is like, "Had you planned to do this, this morning?".
I reply, "No, no....", feeling on the verge of tears.    I had not planned this.   Like an illness suddenly having taken over my being, by every inch, I am fully involved.   Lost to an unexpected event.   It's like the weather event, the weather forecast didn't actually forecast, it just happened.   It's a love/hate relationship with the change of season.    My body like someone taken over by demonic powers, gives itself over to the deed.
In the end, somehow all is wonderfully zen as I look upon the results of this unplanned takeover.

Once again, the season's change made me do it, but oddly, I'm into it!   Viva la season!!!!

...Not Quite so Nearly Naked.

So there I was seeking out a washroom, while strolling short corridors within' the diagnostic imaging department in a fabulously fashio...