Claire
Master Chef
Medical insania. I just recently had a friend, whose arm was fractured in a car accident, ask me when my hip "pins" are going to be removed. She showed me hers. Huh? Pins? I make jewelry, and those are finer and lighter than the pins I use to make jewelry. My so-called pins are my life for eternity. A few months ago my husband made a comment, and I found a couple of web sites with real x-rays. Somewhere in there I stopped calling them pins and started calling them bolts. I got my husband thinking correctly, but I still have acquaintances thinking that I've got needle thin headpins (what they are called in the jewelry industry) in my hip. Yeah, I finally told my husband that he should think of the pins that hold your door on to its frame. Nah. that's when I looked up the web site, and if I hear any grief from any one (I really don't get much) I will order the xrays. My fault, I did as much as I could without my husband or friends' help. But, geese.