Violating Rights

I was so angry.

 

I’m still not quite over the incident.

 

My daughter called this morning. Our visit was long and lovely.

 

After, I visited with a much trusted advisor in Texas. She whom I love dearly, reminded who is in me, and greater is He.

 

I was on a natural high as I drove to town.

 

The inevitable test came quickly.

 

First stop, mammogram.

 

I walk into the lobby of the hospital and Matteo tells me I need a mask. I graciously let him know I’m mask exempt. He tells me, pretty much verbatim, “It doesn’t matter. If you don’t mask you don’t enter.”

 

I let him know I have my doctor’s order. Doesn’t matter he tells me, and repeats his previous directive - if you don’t mask you don’t enter.

 

I’m stunned.

 

I let him know I’m getting a mammogram. Doesn’t matter he tells me, repeating himself.

 

I start to walk out of the hospital. I turn back to him, telling him there were problems with my last mammogram. “So you’re telling me I can’t get my mammogram?” Again he replies, “If you mask you can come in.”

 

“Who the HELL are YOU?”

 

“Oh, it’s ME”, he replies. Inferring he’s not the problem, I’m the problem.

 

I go to the mask rack, all crumpled, touched, germier than I’ve ever been. I mention this to him.

 

I was a wreck.

 

Finally I’m back in radiology. I’m directed straight to the torture chamber, not the usual protocol. I tell her what just transpired. If you let him know you are exempt, that should be the end of it she tells me.

 

Just what I was thinking.

 

Actually, exactly what I know to be true, as this isn’t my first rodeo.

 

She asks if I want a gown.

 

Hell no, you’ve seen ‘em before, let’s just do this, I tell her as I’m ripping off my t-shirt, peeling lingerie over my head.

 

She laughs.

 

We both laugh.

 

She lets me know she will take me out the back way when we’re finished.

 

“Why, are you afraid I’ll whip M’s ass? I won’t say a word. I will, however, massage my breast, both of them, as I walk past him.”

 

We both laugh again.

 

Much needed levity to a very stressful thirty minutes.

 

True to her word, she walked me out the back way, to keep me from being hauled to jail because I have rights too, and they have been repeatedly violated.

 

I’ve read lately one suggesting anyone who scares someone else into not getting a vaccine is responsible for their death, if God forbid they die with rona.

 

B O V I N E S C A T

 

If this misguided logic is applied, by gosh it goes both ways.

 

YOU are responsible for my friend being hospitalized for two weeks, after taking the vaccine. She is now completely deaf in one ear.

 

YOU are responsible for the spontaneous abortion of a fetus.

 

YOU.

 

YOU are responsible for the one who lost a limb.

 

And another who lost multiple limbs.

 

YOU are responsible for multitudes of reported AND unreported anomalies.

 

YOU are responsible for lost jobs and lost lives.

 

I’ve had it up to my voluptuous breast with uneducated talk.

 

We each are responsible for ourselves.

 

No one else.

 

Why do you fear so deeply as to alienate and judge others so harshly?

 

Fear. Plain and simple.

 

Plain and simple.

 

I vowed to never again fear when I moved to WY.

 

I will not let others talk me into again living in fear.

 

Your body, your choice.

 

Don’t blame ANYONE else.

 

EVER.

 

We are all going to die.

 

Maybe the biggest problem is a heart problem, a faith problem.

 

You do you, boo.

 

Thanks Matteo for violating my rights, as a patient, and AS A WOMAN.