Today was blood test day in the household
Jackie and I got our tests for upcoming doctor appointments.
I still get weird when it 's time.
I talk a lot. I look away. I joke.
By the time I finally shut up the draw is done and I am sent off with a tiny bandage on my arm.
Yet I still get a little uptight about the entire procedure. Jackie is ok with it, it's just me.
Once I fainted when I had a blood draw. After that I was told to lay on a bed while they did it. But now I can sit up, talk, and get through it.
I follow a post called Lenten Madness. It's based on March Madness, but it features contests between saints.
Saints. Well, they did have a will be someday a saint person this week, but 99 percent of the contestants are saints.
I read about two of them, then vote. The winner of the vote advances to the next round. Just like the basketball games, but with saints.
Today's contest was Joan of Arc and Marina the Monk.
Briefly, Marina lived in the fifth or sixth century. Her mother died and her father intended to marry her off. Then he was going to become a monk.
Marina wanted no part of that. She shaved her head, dressed like a man, and convinced her father to let her join him in the monastery.
Time passed, after a decade her father died, and a controversy arose, and Marina, now going by the name of Marinos, was accused of fathering a child with a poor woman.
Instead of admitting her sex, Marinos admitted the sin and took the child in, raising it in the monastery.
It wasn't until Marinos died that the monks discovered his secret.
Aside from being an interesting story, I was reminded that gender identity is not a new issue.
Marina lived among monks as a man, no one was troubled by it, and she became a saint.
By the way, Joan won, but it was a close vote.
And I voted for Marina.
Peace and Love



