What a minute - she cried wolf over being lightheaded?
This just continues to leave me open-mouthed, speechless, in astonishment.
I can't even garner up the feeling to say "I'm sorry, and I hope you get better;" in fact, I think the CalPig primitive needs a kick on the side of her head, so that maybe she'll learn what's important and what's not important.
She seems to have a problem differentiating between "the real world" and "the fantasy world."
The CalPig primitive is very old--nay, ancient--and during those eons of her existence, has obviously accumulated a vast collection of family and friends in real life. People who mean a great deal to her, and to whom she means a great deal.
So she's dealing with something
potentially life-threatening--at her antiquity, a sneeze can be life-threatening--swiftly removing her from this time and place into the Eternal World.
And what does she do? She takes the time and trouble to communicate instead with cyberspace "friends," the primitives on Skins's island, nearly all of whom she's never met in real life.
I tell you, that while I appreciate everybody here on conservativecave, if I were in some sort of medical emergency, I'd be dealing with people in real life
first. I know I have at least six or half a dozen friends here, but this is the internet--they'd just have to wait until the dust has settled, and things calmed down, before being illuminated about any of it.
And secondly, while I realize I tend to be behind the times, since when has it been acceptable for a person seeking urgent medical treatment to show up dragging along a cellular telephone, an i-pod, a wi-fi, a lap-top, a raspberry, and other toys and trinkets of communication?
If I were a medical professional, I'd insist such a person dump all that into the wastebasket on the way into the emergency room, so that the individual could better concentrate upon what's being done to repair the damage or even save one's life.
Geezuz.
The CalPig primitive, by virtue of old age, should've learned long ago who's truly important to her, and who's not. The CalPig primitive, by virtue of her long-ago medical training, should've understood long ago what needs concentrated upon, and what can be safely ignored, in a medical crisis.
I care about the CalPig primitive, and not only because she's a rich source of material for the DUmpster; I also care about her simply because she's a human being, and especially because she's graced with years.
But damn, her conduct in this medical crisis leaves me incredulous.
