The Other Woman

I can't imagine being "The Other Woman".  Recently three women I know confessed they are having affairs with married men.  I've never understood this.  Friend A is seeing a married man who can't leave his wife because she has cancer.  Friend A has been seeing this man for 20 years!  Okay, Friend B's man can't leave his wife because she will commit suicide.  Afterall, her brother did.  She believes this story going on two yrs.  Friend C?  Well she says she is in it because of the passion which the affair brings.  Friend C and her man work together.  At lunch they dash off to do their affairing for ten years now.

When I asked each one how they spend their holidays, the answer was the same.  Alone.  Then they explain, "But as soon as he can, we meet and have our private holidays".  All three say they like the situation just fine.  Of course, I have to explore further.  I ask do you go to ballgames; do you go on vacations, do you believe the man will leave his wife?  The answers are no from all three women.  I don't believe them when they say they like the situation just fine.

The Friends are single and the men are married.  All three friends drop what they're doing when the men call wanting to meet.  Just the other night Friend B waited in the designated hotel room when Man called cancelling.  His wife wasn't doing well mentally, he was afraid to leave her alone.  But I guess Friend C has it the best.  She sees Man more than his wife with them both working for Shell.  Oh, come to thing of it, two of The Other Women work for Shell, lol.  Both see men who work at Shell.  Makes you wonder.

These women are smart professionals.  But I have read office affairs are numerous.  I met my ex-husband while working with him.  We were both single.  We had to sneak around because it was against company policy to date co-workers.  Uhmmm, now that I think about it, it does create passion.  

It bothers me about my gender not recognizing they're in a no win situation.  Don't they see what they are missing by not having a man around the house.   Let's look at some of what they are missing out on.  It is so much fun Man coming up to you asking you to pull his finger.  That always brings a good laugh.  Hey, how about them sitting on the couch picking their nose while watching the ball game...love that one.  Oh, and I love how Man starts his day...scratching his genitals before his eyes are open.  Whoa, now that I've gone over this, maybe a hotel room everynow and again ain't so bad!!! 

Gall Bladder Gone

Last Friday went to the ER at the new Northwest Medical Center.  As I knew, the gall bladder had to come out.  The ER  doctor, Dr. Sheppard, advises me to have the physician on duty perform the surgery.  I ask Dr. Sheppard where the doctor is from and he REASSURED me this doctor was as American as one could be.  So I agree.

A few minutes later in walks Antonio Banderas.  Yum, yum.  He introduces himself, in a heavy Spanish accent, as Jorge I. Leiva.  I ask where he went to school and he replied Mec-he-co.  My mind screams, "Oh hell no".  I try asking other questions which he will not answer.  Then tells me, "I'm the one who asks the questions, not you".  Didn't I see a commercial the other day informing the public that we should ask questions?  The AMA advises that the patient ask questions.  Hell, this guy is about to remove one of my organs yet will not answer my questions!  I tell him I have a mother and daughter who need me.  Would he please take extra care?  Jorge looked at me and said, "I'll operate on you like I do everyone else".  He could have lied just to make me feel better.  Also his arrogance was so apparent it was appalling.

I ask Dr. Sheppard about my other options.  His reply?  Let Jorge do it or wait until after the weekend.  Geezzz.  So I go with Jorge.  After the room clears my ER nurse advises me that we have to get going,  seems as though Jorge is in a big hurry.  She gets lost on the way to the OR.  Talk about stressing.  She kept saying how Jorge is going to be pissed if she doesn't deliver me to his scalpel soon.  Come to find out Jorge was in a big rush to get out of there.  I was an unexpected surgery case.  But I am thankful the surgery did go well albeit, I truly believe I have more soreness due to his not taking more time.  A friend of mine said he must have jabbed the camera in then went to town.  Which brings up something else.  I'm wondering if he left the camera in my gut.  Everytime I sneeze I hear a "click, click".

I hate the tiredness that accompanies this malady.  Everyday at 2:30PM my body automatically ends up in my recliner.  Walking is suppose to be the best exercise and aid in faster recovery.  So far I have walked half a mile to a mile daily.  I guess I need to be more patient.  My friend went beer drinking 2 days after her surgery.  As she put it, "I'm having a great time.  Too bad my gall bladder isn't here to enjoy it".