I Am Privileged
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I am not wealthy. If you look at my salary, I'm barely middle class. But I am a white woman (now an older white woman) in America and I'm am privileged. My life isn't perfect. I have my share of frustrations and disappointments. I complain and even bitch (probably too often). But I am privileged. I should recognize and appreciate my privilege, but I don't always. I forget how grateful I should be for all that I have as well as for what I don't. I particularly recognize my privilege this month, this week and today. Why? Two weeks ago I was privileged enough to go to the lab (located in my physician's office) and have my blood drawn by a skilled and careful technician. I went into a clean bathroom and peed into a cup. I had electrodes carefully attached (and then removed) by a technician who was concerned about my comfort. Earlier this week I was privileged enough to see my physician (who I hadn't seen since December of 2019). She had all the resu