Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes

As I sit here in my clinic listening to “Toto” ,Chris Daughtry, and David Powder for like the 5th time I’ve decided to put my comments in again on our blogsite.  Honestly, I think Av does such a good job doing the writing, I like just reading what he says! 

 However, I had a few thoughtsI thought I might post. 

first, we renewed our car tags and registrations online this year – one of the few government-run ideas that works here in Tampa!  I was completing the payment and there was a lady’s name on the top of the screen, identifying her as the “Executive Director of the FL Dept. of Hwy Safety and Motor Vehicles.”  I was intrigued, being a bit more honed in on names since we’ve been discussing our new addition’s name possibilities.  Here is her name – just say it out loud.  Electra Theodorides-Bustle!  I thought it was great!  “Oh Electra, could you hand me that stack of tag renewals, please?”  “Good morning, Mrs. Theodorides-Bustle!”  No – this name did not come in to the list of possibilities for our new little one.

Moving on… I have a theory I developed while working in Jackson, MS for 2 years in a primary care clinic taking care of all SORTS of God’s creatures.  One particular genre of people always have made my eyebrows raise, and I came up with a very specific and, may I say accurate, theory about this type of patient.  We constantly had ladies come in to be seen that were regulars who I had the joy of seeing because I was the lowest provider on the totem pole.  Namely, everyone else in the clinic had their chance to treat these people and now it was my turn.  Above all else, these ladies were certifiably crazy.  Anxiety was the mildest diagnosis we could give them!  Crazy thoughts, very labile behavior, screaming, then crying, then staring off into nowhere.  It was always totally unpredictable what they would be like. 

 I began to notice that these ladies had a great affinity for: RINGS. All over their fingers.  I mean, like, 2-3 on each finger; pinkie rings, gold nuggets, fake gemstones set about 1″ above their hands, mickey mouse – you name it, they wore them.  The more rings these patients wore, the worse their “anxiety” was. 

So, I use this theory even today and it works every time. Spot a lady in a crowd who is going crazy for no reason, or she’s the only one you hear in an airport, or she’s the one talking incessantly about her fibromyalgia, interstitial cystitis, or being out of her Geodon…and count the rings on her fingers. I promise!!

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse;
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.

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One Response to “Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes”

  1. joy Says:

    jenn — i have to say, i agree completely — the more rings you see, the more geodon they need!!! 🙂 Love your sense of humor, as always — thanks for the Christmas picture — you are glowing and beautiful and hopefully feeling well!

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