Like Shannon, I read and was horrified by the Globe and Mail article "Time to End Pelvic Exams Done Without Consent."
My first reaction - as a student returning to nursing school - was that this article was written quite inflammatory
and I began to search for a semblance of truth behind the article, or
something to prove otherwise.
I am furious at you, and at the same time, have
the urge to hold you until it's all better. Our relationship is over
because of you and your mental illness. You need help. But I can't help
you. None of us can anymore. It is time to help yourself. For the sake
of our family, and most of all, for yourself.
The letter below is an open letter concerning the practice of non-consensual pelvic exams, about which you can learn more at yesterday's angry rant. Please leave a comment in support, as a virtual signature, and we'll circulate this everywhere and make a big stinky fuss until these policies get changed.
Dear Canadian Medical Association, Doctors of Canada, Ob-Gyns of Canada, Medical Students of Canada, Federal Minister of Health And Anybody Else Who Has Anything To Do With The Policy Or Practice Of Non-Consensual Pelvic Exams Performed On Women During Surgery:
Sometimes, you're just fooling around on Twitter while the toddler naps and suddenly, some piece of news just slaps you in the face like a wet surgical glove. This, for example: apparently, if you're a woman and you've had surgery, you might have had a team of medical students poking around your nethers and you don't even know it.
My husband and I have a "leech" in our family. This person is grown up
and college educated, but can not seem to live independently. My
husband and I are both in our sixties and have worked hard and saved
money. Now this younger family member is draining us to support her... She wants it
all and she wants it now. And we are being asked to support her way
of life. It makes me angry.
A few years back I read that multi-tasking was a myth. Apparently people just can't get things done simultaneously; quality is sacrificed for quantity, things thought to be done faster are not, blah blah blah, so *poof*, multi-tasking doesn't really work as well as we'd like to think it does.
Let's not think too hard about what that means for parenting.
Anyhow, I try to multi-task. I try to sort laundry while on the phone making appointments, I try to upload photos for grandparents while answering emails, I try to do the food prep while in the shower (don't judge me, Kramer did it first.) And when I was breastfeeding and pumping, I tried to pump and do pretty much anything that would offset the crippling boredom of sitting around with machinery attached to my boob.