The Pathological Path of Manipulation, Alteration, Adaptation, and “Equity”

Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

Which is worse: An egg hard to crack OR an egg easy to crack?

Hard shell? A tough nut to crack?

I know what I think.

To honor the concept of equality, equity and just so we are all clear:

Patholological is involving, caused by, or of the nature of a physical or mental disease. Compulsive, Obsessive Pathology is a field of study of the CAUSES aAnd EFFECTS of disease or injury. The word Pathology also refers to the study of disease in general, incorporating a wide range of biology research fields and medical practice. And.

Gains of Function.

Hmmmmmm……..

Before you rush to call you doctor and schedule your next blood test. Consider that is has “already been taken care of”. Those darn “Notices” of privacy practice handouts are dreadfully long to read. And heck, who has the funds, gas and time to bring an attorney with them, along for the ride, to read the privacy practices at each and every medical appointment. It is not really “realistic”. And. Heavy sigh, must we always alter or adapt to the whims of the moment?

In the spirit of reality of the spoken word. The dumb founding potential for incessant alteration, adaptation of the conversation,

Let’s be honest, when a handful of individuals speak, it hears like nails on a chalkboard. So. Silence it is. Silence it will be.

What to do. What to do.

Germey wondered aloud as he stared at the 10 page document before him. Shyness overcame him, not because he was afraid to ask. But because he wondered what and why in the world a ten page novel would provide for an individual reading it. Not a boastful person, frankly he was shy about all this personal information being “out there”. After all, personal is personal. Privacy is Privacy. Camera or Not. Yes?

Responding dutifully, Germey dove right into the first page. Name, easy, enough, etcetera. As he moved from page to page, he wrote his most honest answers given that he did not have a medical degree—even though he searched the many possible “conditions”.

Most important. Keep in mind, the topic, the main question is not whether there exists a difference of opinion. The topic, the main question is, who gets to go “next”. To dutifully and honestly answer the question. Who chooses. This is the most important and frightening question. At this point.

Who cares about whether the chicken licked, ate, or vomited the egg.

Germey carried on with his writing. Hoping his penmanship was legible. Readable. He learned to care about this in Kindergarten. Perhaps, that is the secret that I will be “outed” for. That my handwriting might be poor at best. Perhaps I will need to give more of my blood to test.

Boy oh boy, filling out these forms can make a person feel dizzy. Germey recalls the time he spent in Kindergarten learning how to write his A,B,C’s and One, Two, Threes. Good times. Good times.

Germey recalls the teacher telling the students the importance of learning the proper printing of letters, the direction of the letters, how to grip the pencil would all assist and supplement good reading and writing skills. Upon mastery of the proper printing, would come the lesson of writing cursive letters. Cursive letter writing is a higher order brain function of learning. It greatly supports, reading skills. They go hand in hand! How cool is that.! These functions were vital to development of a child. The development of a child’s fine motor skills. Reading, Writing, and Arithmetic.

Arithmetic.

Buzz Killer. Smiley Face. (Just seeing if you are still awake!!!)

But seriously, there is an order to the learning that is vital to a child. And Germey felt immense pride in his abilities to read and write, and yes…..arithmetic too.

Arithmetic especially helped as he moved through the volume of privacy pages and he could mentally subtract how many more he had left to “fill out”.

Germey was getting a little nervous. Should he take a picture of his documents in case someone loses them? Or bypasses them to say, get to someone “better.” Fatigue could set in and no longer allow Germey to continue writing. His teacher taught them exercise to use for “writer’s cramp”. To offset fatigue, there was proper seated posture too, feet flat on the floor, sitting up straight. So writing properly was much more of a physical task than any child could have ever imagined.

The writings speak volumes too. And better and healthier than giving blood.How is that for HEALTHY pathological thinking!! Gripping the pencil was a biggie, a “No-No”. Germey remembered, his teacher instructed the students visually about this because, very much energy is used to tightly hold a pencil and it counteracts the beautiful printing and writing.

It is hard on the heart too. Who knew!

Writing could absolutely bring the shyness out of a child—if only for a moment. Expressing one’s thoughts in a personal, healthy way. Shyness-NOT a pathological problem— is the nature of being reserved or having or showing nervousness or timidity in the company of other people. Reluctance to do something. Having a dislike, an aversion to a specified thing. Aversion, not to be confused with alteration, adaptation— has many parts to it. There are extremes to the (global) nature of the word. In its simplest form it is simply,

Shyness.

To avert one’s eyes, is simply to look away, from violent scenes, etc. to ward off an undesirable outcome. It is not to be advantageously used to box a person into a situation, a thought process.

Some young people are just shy.Nothing more, nothing less. Germey is a great example of a shy person. Quiet, reserved. Not lacking in confidence. And painfully writing a novel, about his health history in order to get a medical physical for the athletic team he just tried out for.

It was a part of the team sport process. He shrugged and continued to fill out the forms. Wondering as he did, in a chuckle kind of way, if the parents who shout and argue with the umps during the competitions, have to fill out a form too. Germey had seen his fair share of parental meltdowns in his young career as a child athlete. Germey was somewhat dumb founded when the parental meltdowns occurred.

The value of the game, his game is what brought Germey to the doctor’s office for his physical. Germy loved to play sports. Personally, he thought he was pretty darn good at it. Loved the camaraderie with the guys. Loved to read the plays. Loved the action of it.

Never one to be camera shy, Germey loved the professional team and individual picture days. For the sports cards—ball, jersey, double cards. The athletic picture/camera day was a special feeling. A fond memory. As a team player, with the teammates. Thinking maybe one day, that could be me on a “real” ball field. Maybe even on a real sports card.

Not out of the picture. A Good picture. Good player. Good times. Germey’s mind wandered in the midst of filling out the private medical forms. Ugh. This is tedious, he thought. He did not scoff at the seriousness of the task, though. He knew it was a requirement, a reading and writing requirement, and must be done. So he completed the forms.

And waited his turn.