Hi there! And welcome to my very first post as a New England Mamas contributor.
My name is Amy and I live in So. NH with my husband and 4 year old daughter. I've been posting on my personal blog, Spina Bifida Moms, for over 2 years now. I love writing and I love sharing my journey as a disabled mom with spina bifida raising my healthy and active young daughter. Thank you to Mrs. Chicky and all the other New England Mamas for letting me join in and share the fun.
Anyway, tonight I'm feeling old. I'm only in my early 30's, but tonight I'm feeling just a wee bit... ancient.
See, I had a scheduled MRI to go to this evening. (I know! An MRI! On a Monday night! What the heck?!). I have a history of seizures (perhaps linked to my spina bifida, but not conclusively), so I had to get checked out and retested (yes, I've been through these before). Whatever. No problem. At least it wasn't scheduled for 6:15 in the morning.
So I got there and the technician informed me that I could listen to any type of music I like. "Listen", that is, in the loosest form of the word, given that your ears are primarily busy enjoying the lulling sounds of 1000 jackhammers.
"Here are the radio stations we can get.", she tells me.
"Okay - let's do Pop music."
"Sure! No problem."
So then I'm set up and all caged in. Huge earphones encompass my head and soon the music starts.
Uhhhhhh. This is Pop? Sounds more like Gangsta Rap or some such nonsense to me.
At one point the technician asked me if the music was okay. And, as luck would have it, at that very moment I was listening to a song by Rihanna that my brother had just introduced me to earlier today. It's a decent enough song - once you get past the intro - so I told the tech I was fine with my selection.
But then the other songs played on. "Songs", that is, in the loosest form of the word. More like base-heavy hip hop mumbo jumbo, in my opinion.
Again I thought - this is Pop? It can't be! I like Pop! In high school I listened to the Pop/Top 40 stations all the time. This? This is not that.
Then it occurred to me - oh yeah. I've been out of high school for quite some time now. I suppose it's possible that some things have changed.
Soon (but not soon enough) the tech asked me again if the music was still okay. I jumped at the opportunity to tell her that, no, it really wasn't. Please give me the 80's station instead.
Ahhh. Much better. Give me Boy George and Prince any day of the week over that.... I don't even know what.
Kids! I don't know what's wrong with these kids today. But I do know that I'm old... and very happily so.