tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873716083744224675.post1741060749332218277..comments2023-10-15T09:13:31.544+01:00Comments on The Gilahi Blog: Things to Look Forward toGilahihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05331323175802868796noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873716083744224675.post-70393735453161925102008-07-10T11:48:00.000+01:002008-07-10T11:48:00.000+01:00Lucy - Glad I could help you reminisce. Ah, the g...Lucy - Glad I could help you reminisce. Ah, the good times.<BR/><BR/>:-)Gilahihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05331323175802868796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873716083744224675.post-82999598285323662552008-07-10T00:01:00.000+01:002008-07-10T00:01:00.000+01:00Too funny. And so true. I've have two of those c...Too funny. And so true. I've have two of those charmers and I gotta say.....there better be a dang good reason to have another because I've already made up my mind there will never be a third one. Your post reminded me of every single moment. Not pleasurably, you understand.RoeHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00131723337404316867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873716083744224675.post-22040458433770350662008-07-09T19:13:00.000+01:002008-07-09T19:13:00.000+01:00Kate - I did mention a long list of reasons that I...Kate - I did mention a long list of reasons that I'm glad I have a Y chromosome.<BR/><BR/>I'm surprised at how many people have had this sort of issue early in life. I was told that gallbladder stuff happened to people who were "fat, female and forty", but most of the women that I know who've had gallbladder issues were neither fat nor forty.Gilahihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05331323175802868796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873716083744224675.post-290642611024695472008-07-09T18:49:00.000+01:002008-07-09T18:49:00.000+01:00Gilahi, I think I've lied about stomach pain in th...Gilahi, I think I've lied about stomach pain in the past in order to AVOID the humilation and horror of the barium enema. Had my gallbladder out instead. Ha! And Canary's got it absolutely right. Every pain ends up in a pelvic exam. When I went to the Health Center (affectionately called the Death Center) on campus in college? They wouldn't do ANYTHING to you until you took a pregnancy test. The injustice. Serious injustice.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01542230897888388433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873716083744224675.post-82690929046928238042008-07-08T16:32:00.000+01:002008-07-08T16:32:00.000+01:00canary - You women have to go through so many thin...canary - You women have to go through so many things that would have guys whimpering in a fetal position in a corner somewhere. Stirrups are just one item on a long, long list of reasons that I'm glad I'm not a female.Gilahihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05331323175802868796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873716083744224675.post-63322627133319593572008-07-08T16:04:00.000+01:002008-07-08T16:04:00.000+01:00Be happy you're not a woman... Any abdominal pain ...Be happy you're not a woman... Any abdominal pain you experience results in a pelvic exam. I once ended up in the ER for appendix-like pains and you know what happened? Feet in stirrups, baby. Nothing like having the entire staff of an ER taking a gander at your insides. Like you said, dinner and some heavy petting should preface an interaction like that.GreenCanaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16853115389272100845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873716083744224675.post-32687531064330100712008-07-08T15:54:00.000+01:002008-07-08T15:54:00.000+01:00Thanks! Wish I had come up with that title....Thanks! Wish I had come up with that title....Gilahihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05331323175802868796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873716083744224675.post-59219942388399192722008-07-08T15:43:00.000+01:002008-07-08T15:43:00.000+01:00A great post! I have linked to this at The DC Fee...A great post! I have linked to this at The DC Feed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873716083744224675.post-58303773031923534442008-07-08T15:39:00.000+01:002008-07-08T15:39:00.000+01:00J.M. - Thanks! I too have developed the odd ache ...J.M. - Thanks! I too have developed the odd ache and pain (which I chronicle here because my wife is tired of hearing about it), but I don't think I feel much different at 50 than I did at 40. Maybe you sled downhill pretty precipitously at 30 and then level out for the rest of your life. One can hope.Gilahihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05331323175802868796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873716083744224675.post-31217884129150610902008-07-08T15:30:00.000+01:002008-07-08T15:30:00.000+01:00Excellent post! Whenever I read some 20-something ...Excellent post! Whenever I read some 20-something lamenting their arrival at the quarter century mark, I think "I'd love to be 25 again." Based on the writing of young people, you'd think 30 was a death sentence. I loved 30. I want to post comments on their blog akin to "Try 40 sweetums." I have aches and pains now that, frankly, I don't think I should have at this young age. If I feel like crap at 40, what will 50 be like? Having pondered that and realizing I don't want to feel this way, I'm doing something about it rather than just gritching.<BR/><BR/>So, to all the young people out there who think they're approaching death's door at 25 and who think those of us in our 40s are headed to pasture, get over yourselves. Life is just starting and really getting good. Shut up your whining and start living with gusto informed by a little experience and wisdom.<BR/><BR/>Geez. Obviously I have an opinion, eh?J.M. Tewkesburyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13184459165382590897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873716083744224675.post-5390107706399920882008-07-08T15:26:00.000+01:002008-07-08T15:26:00.000+01:00evil - Yeah, that's why I went, for the social int...evil - Yeah, that's why I went, for the social interaction of a good hoedown. Turns out I'm not much of a dancer.Gilahihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05331323175802868796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873716083744224675.post-37988345631688250872008-07-08T15:18:00.000+01:002008-07-08T15:18:00.000+01:00TMI! LALALALALALALALA!Although, I do love a good ...TMI! LALALALALALALALA!<BR/><BR/>Although, I do love a good square dance.lacochran's evil twinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00830374402474261699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873716083744224675.post-2235897572773890822008-07-08T15:16:00.000+01:002008-07-08T15:16:00.000+01:00You got to drink it? No matter how bad it tasted,...You got to <I>drink</I> it? No matter how bad it tasted, that would have been preferable to the administration I had to go through. And wow, you were only 11 years old at the time. Yeesh.<BR/><BR/>I'll be 51 in a couple of days. Every day I know less. And as Lily Tomlin said, "No matter how jaded I get, I just can't keep up."Gilahihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05331323175802868796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3873716083744224675.post-53730299358536332652008-07-08T15:06:00.000+01:002008-07-08T15:06:00.000+01:00I had to chug a glass of barium once for a stomach...I had to chug a glass of barium once for a stomach X-ray...this was 20 years ago, and the thought still gives me the heebie-jeebies.<BR/><BR/>And, yeah, I get the giggles whenever I read a blog about how, "ooooh, I'm 25, I'm so old, I should be sorted by now....eeee!" Snort. At 31, I know that I know very little.Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16089796721473561446noreply@blogger.com