tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025335068250127006.post8833280777063363678..comments2023-06-13T06:22:55.600-04:00Comments on What, Me Worry? : A New WrinkleUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025335068250127006.post-77182856192726480322009-11-30T17:11:01.246-05:002009-11-30T17:11:01.246-05:00A while back, I went to have a parathyroid scan. J...A while back, I went to have a parathyroid scan. Just before the technician shot the isotopes into my blood, he asked, "You're not pregnant are you?" I laughed and said, "If I were it would be a modern miracle. I'm sixty-five." Now I most certainly do not look young enough to give birth, but it shows that sometimes, especially in medical situations, we're not really seen as what/who we are, but just another body on the table.<br /><br />Truthfully, I love the freedoms that come with age. My grandson tells me the reason he loves me so much is because I'm so crazy. I think at a younger age that may have offended me. At sixty-five, I wear it as a badge of honor.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5025335068250127006.post-91594207991083724902009-11-29T17:23:21.420-05:002009-11-29T17:23:21.420-05:00I like the question of what is it that we do most ...I like the question of what is it that we do most of the time. My first reading of what you said was, "I'm looking out at the world within my head." <br /><br />There was a book MOMA did years ago called "Mirrors and Windows" about two breeds of photographers... those who look at themselves and those who look out at the world. Is it ever either?Kim Mosleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17658600791743162004noreply@blogger.com