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looking for spring There are a few more things that I want to say about my visit with my grandma yesterday. First of all there is no doubt in my mind that the speech therapist, excuse me she prefers to be called a speech pathologist, probably sees me as an emotionally involved family member and nothing more. Sigh. Yes, I may not have a degree in medicine, but I have known my grandma far longer than she has so I think that my observations and or insight into my grandma's condition should have some weight. Plus since we have a genetic link maybe my grandma and think the same. Maybe the speech pathologist should change her approach with my grandma's exercises since both my grandma and I see them as boring. I suppose that some would call this passive aggressive behavior, but if I fail to see the value in something I ignore it. My grandma does the same thing and the pathologist is oblivious to this fact. Personally I think that the woman is a moron. The final detail that I need to mention would be the condescending attitude and hyper stereotypical mannerisms that the pathologist uses in her therapy. I find both of these traits to be highly annoying and I can barely tolerate the woman. She has insulted me more than once and I just roll with the comments. Little does she know that I see her as the Michael Myers Coffee Talk woman from Saturday Night Live. ... Without intending it to be that way, the most productive thing that I did yesterday was visit my grandma. Once I got home any efforts at studying were forgotten and about the only other thing that I did was some laundry. Then as soon as the sun set, I let my sleepy self get lulled into a stupor by the television.
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