As a quick followup to my last post - the MRI test results were safely within the normal range, and somewhat inconclusive. (Mind you - continuing the theme of inner beauty - my neck bones look really good.) My general doctor type is convinced I've got carpal tunnel, instead. He feels that there is nothing wrong with my neck, and has scheduled a neurological test for next Wednesday. I figure the two fellows can fight it out over the new test result, and that by Christmas we'll all have some idea what's going on. Or not.
Now, throw in the fact that my annual checkups fall into this same month, my December will be spent mainly with the medical profession. Much to my insurance company's dismay, I suspect, I'm going to be spending more time with medical types than my friends! Maybe they'll serve hot Wassail in the drs' offices. Well, I can hope. Or maybe I can sing the "Hallelujah" chorus from Handel's "Messiah" at each visit. Either that, or the Dreidel Song. Are there any Kwanzaa songs?
Yes. Where is that childhood joy and anticipation of the holiday????? Oh right. The medical profession has decided that I'm human, and therefore, totally vulnerable to deep biological damage resulting from living on this planet. The only way to save my sorry human tush, is to examine and/or test the hell out of it. No wonder we age. Dealing with the medical profession would age anyone! I'm beginning to understand why some folks avoid going to the doctor at all.
Well, it is December, and I choose to look for the magic in the holidays. People are already being nicer to one another. Colored lights are popping up all over. These may be the longest nights of the year - but the Christmas lights that blossom in December really do create their own magic. Whatever the reason, this season is still kind of fun.
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