Fatigue makes us dangerous.

The other day I needed to get some blood works done.  I may have mentioned this lab before, like in the past, I always used the same neighborhood laboratory that was close by where I live.  Because of their friendly and professional services, I would have never thought of going elsewhere for tests that my doctor ordered.

On that dark and wet December morning around 8 AM, at the lab, I met a very haggard looking technician.  She in a cute smock appeared to be , if not more, as tired as a few of the patrons who were still in the sparse  waiting room.  To me, besides a good hair brush, she could also get a nap or two.  This tiresome young person could not even spare any energy to say a short hello.  I know how inept I was when I did not get a good night of sleep the night before.  And this tired person was going to draw the blood sample from me!

Although, I had never heard of someone got hurt when giving blood samples, I do have reservation on sharp syringe needles, blood, delicate vein and a sleepy lab technician.  Since there was only one other technician on duty, I was not able to find a way out to work with the other technician, I could only hope for the best, and let the matter run its own course.

After a few necessary words exchanged to confirm my identity, everything seemed to be going smoothly as it should be.  But before the routing procedure was about to end, in a few fleeting seconds, I could feel a painful jab before a small cotton ball was placed on the tiny hole in the fold of my right elbow.  And there was also some fidgeting going on when a disc-shape bandage was being placed to replaced the soiled cotton ball.  Because of the technician's unsteady fingers, the tiny round bandage was not rightly placed  either.

Now many days after my recent visit to the lab, luckily I have yet felt any harm that unexpected jab had done to me.  But this unusual and painful poking at my vein had convinced me that it is dangerous around tired and exhausted people.  -  Ayee

A Christmas Wish

Just spent another "60 Minutes" with my favorite news program.

Tonight, two of the three reports covered the grim subject of environment and cancer.

First, on the environment, the report showed ponds of  grayish  coal ashes on the river bank.  These soupy refuse was left behind by the energy generating plants that used coal to generate electricity.  The amount of the ash stockpiled by the pristine waterways is huge.  Now these unwanted  leftover may have leaked into the rivers in the beautiful North Carolina.

The second report was on the dreadful disease like cancer. I do not know if what the doctor from South Africa had  said  on chemotherapy was unusual.  But I did put on my listening ears, so I could  hear them. Dr. Patrick Soon-Shiong told the reporter that frequent low dosage chemotherapy treatment is more effective.  He said when higher dosages of chemo medicine are administered, the cancer cell run away from the cancer drugs.

Lastly, I am so gladly to see that tonight's edition of the news program  ended on a very soothing note. The crispy and blissful sound of a Stradivari violin put me in a mood to wish  all of us  a Christmas season that is as magic as the sound from these delicately handcrafted instruments.  Italian  are known for their artistic mastery.  That is why only Italian can produce a violins like the revered Stradivari. It looks like Italian are  also people with great and generous  hearts.    To return a favor to the forest that provides the fine woods for the violins,  they play music to the trees.  Good for them!

Of course,  a Merry Christmas and a Happy, Healthy and Peaceful New Year to all!

-  Ayee

A Cautionary Tale

Recently, by necessity, we bought a refrigerator. It is made by a well-known home appliance maker in the States. After it was delivered to us, we discovered the door to the freezer was at least 1/4 inch higher than the freezer. When we asked the seller to correct this misfitted door, we were told that now these days the fridges are made this way. Therefore, it cannot be repaired. The repairman did come around to see what he could do to correct the freezer door. He could not help us either. And he left us with the same comments that we heard before.

And the worst experience with our new appliance happened three months after we had it home. On that particular morning, when I opened the fridge for something, I noticed water puddles on the shelf as well as a big black gap that was at least a foot wide and maybe six inches high between the fridge door and the white soft plastic molding that is supposed to insulate and to configure the shelf space on the door. For unknown reason, this rubbery  seal or  "gasket" came off from the door.

To make a long story short, the manufacturer had since made good on its warranty and offered us a new fridge to replace the faulty one. The new one we got seems to be working so far except its freezer door again. I do not think I am a particularly fussy or a knit-picking person, . But when looking at our new fridge now, I cannot help but think of the problem this  particular manufacturer had with freezer doors. The freezer door of our new ice box is now about 1/8 inch higher than the fridge. I rest my case. - Ayee.