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Is It Going to Storm?

16 Apr

SUNDAY MEMORIES

Judy Wills

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve found more and more things wrong with me…physically that is.  Well, perhaps mentally as well!  I resist thinking I am a hypochondriac, and I hope I am not one.  I really don’t like to be around people who only talk about their ailments.

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However…I remember as a small child having earaches so badly that I would cry myself to sleep from the pain.  I was only four-years-old when we moved to Albuquerque, and my mother was my dad’s secretary for a while.  Since there was no kindergarten back in those days, I didn’t go to school until I was six-years-old.  Therefore, I accompanied my parents to work each day.  I remember a pallet made of blankets on the floor for me to sleep on – and how often I cried myself to sleep.  I surprised my parents could get any work done – or anyone else in the building – with my crying.

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I believe my mother put warm oil drops in my ears to try to help.  I don’t know whether or not it did.  

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But I did eventually outgrow those earaches…thank goodness!

As was normal back in those days, I did have my tonsils surgically removed.  I remember the pain from that – and the ice cream I got to eat after the surgery!

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I still have my appendix, so that’s good.

However, one thing that I have had for a very long time was pain in my joints – arms and legs.  Just a really bad ache.  In recent years, a dose of pain reliever takes away the ache.  But at one point in time, I realized that there was a correlation between my arms/legs aching to the change in weather!  Usually it was a storm coming.  And my joints would ache a couple of days before the storm arrived.  I don’t remember how old I was when I realized the correlation between the two.

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Now all that may not sound too peculiar, but as it so happens, my husband Fred, was a United States Air Force Meteorologist.  He was tasked with predicting the weather for U.S. AF pilots to fly through.  It became a “joke” around the Weather Station – especially when we were stationed at Tyndall AFB, Florida (Panama City), that the guys around the station would come into work and say, “Major Wills, how are your wife’s legs today?”  They found that I could predict storms literally days before their weather charts could do that!

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I haven’t had any of those aches for a number of years now, but just today (as I am writing this) my arm is aching like it did back in those days.  Sure enough, we are supposed to have storms tomorrow and/or the next day!  

I guess I’ve still got the touch, hmmmm?

Judy is living in Central Florida with her retired U.S. Air Force husband of 50+ years. Born in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in the Southwestern United States.She met her husband at their church, where he was attending the university in her town. After college and seminary, he entered the Air Force, and their adventures began.They lived in eight of our United States, and spent six years in Europe, where their oldest daughter was born. She was a stay-at-home mom for many years .

  Judy has always been involved with music, both playing the piano and singing. Always interested in exercise, she was an aerobic dancing instructor, as well as a piano teacher for many years, and continues to faithfully exercise at home.

After moving to Central Florida, she served as a church secretary for nearly nine years.Her main hobby at this point in time is scanning pictures and 35mm slides into the computer. She also enjoys scrapbooking.She and her husband have two married daughters and four grandchildren, including grandtwins as well as a great-grandson and a great-granddaughter. She and her husband enjoy the Disney parks as often as possible.

SERENDIPITY – PART 2

5 Feb

SUNDAY MEMORIES

 Judy Wills

Judy

                                                     

One serendipity encompassed a large span of time.  Before we left for Germany, our Karen had to have tubes put in her ears.  She was 12 at the time, and rather old for it, but she needed it.  The pediatrician was a rather abrupt person, and not one I really cared to deal with.  However, once the decision was made to insert the tubes, he was the most compassionate doctor I think I’ve ever dealt with.  He was also the surgeon.  As I sat, praying – for him and his skill – he came out of the O.R., strapping on his watch.  He saw me, headed my way, and said “There you are.”  He sat down next to me and told me all about the surgery – how one tube fitted in just fine, but the other eardrum was “vascular” and bled a lot, so they just “slipped it in” right as Karen was beginning to stir.  Within a few hours, she was doing well, but we hadn’t been released from the hospital yet.  Then I noticed that she was acting in a strange manner.  Even though we were able to take Karen home that evening, she still wasn’t quite back to normal.  This wonderful doctor actually called the house that evening to check on her.  Remember – this was a military doctor!  That was not something I ever expected from him.  Turns out there must have been a bad batch of anesthesia, as they had three patients react the same way.

He told me that Karen was the oldest child he had ever placed ear tubes in.  And she would be his last.

He was such a wonderful surgeon – and he loved surgery.  So it was a bit of a shock and disappointment to find that the AF was involuntarily changing him from surgeon to Radiologist!  Just seems like they would leave the doctors in the field that was their specialty.

Fast-forward 15+ years.  Karen’s surgery had the desired effect – her hearing was restored and she never had any more problems with hearing.  We had moved to Florida, and began our medical stuff at Patrick AFB, near Melbourne.  Mammogram time again – oh joy!

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After I read the report, I was surprised to read a familiar name as the Radiologist.  I asked the tech if the Radiologist had ever been a surgeon, and she said yes.  So I told her about Karen’s surgery.  The next time I went back, I asked her if she had spoken to him about it.  She said that, at the end of one work day, he was sitting with his feet propped up on his desk, and she began telling him about me, and my story.  She said he dropped his feet with a thud, sat up straight, and said, “I remember that!”

Small world.

So even though I didn’t get to see or meet him again, my life was touched by this same man.  I hope that gave him a nice memory, as well.