Well, they did find a brain in my cranium during the tests I had run last week. There have been occasions in the past few days when I wondered if it was so. Mr. Lincoln has questioned it as well. ("He who wishes" has just been renamed Mr. Lincoln. You have to be a FB friend to understand why, so just trust me, it's very appropriate. It also makes him laugh. I love when he laughs!!)
My doctor called this morning. "Is this a bad time," he asks. Certainly, it was not. The next words out of his mouth were, "I have very good news for you." I liked hearing that. Turns out, in his words, I have a perfect brain. Those who know me well can just stop laughing right now. That is NOT nice. "Well, except for one thing," he says. He continues to tell me that I have an impacted mastoid sinusitis. Okay, not so bad. What do I do? Take an antibiotic for 21 days and a steroid pack. Yes!! I can do that. I must admit that I was relieved.
I have a flair for internal drama. I try to rarely, if ever, let it be seen, but the theatrics going on in my head are Oscar worthy. Just Sunday, Mr. Lincoln pointed out someone to me who was with someone else who is having some serious personal issues. He, unfortunately, used the word "too," and before we got 100 yards, I had the second person in more serious personal angst than the first. Mr. Lincoln was bumfuzzled. "Where did that come from," he asked. I explained that he used the word "too" which indicated that fellow number 2 was having the same problem as fellow number 1. As in, too, also, as well as, likewise, in addition to etc.... He still didn't get my explanation.
So, while I did not fret awaiting my test results, I did ponder various scenarios where I starred as the tragic figure who died too young. It was several years ago that I said something to my friend, Betsy, about dying young and she replied, "it's too late for that!" I ask, "was that nice?"
I wondered if Mr. Lincoln would soon receive his "dating money." This past summer, we began to discuss our life insurance. He has the same amount on me that I have on him. I consider that a seriously flawed plan. I called him and asked why in the world he had so much life insurance on me. I explained that I am just not that financially valuable to him. He replied that if I died, he would need some dating money. Well, that certainly made me feel better.
I contemplated video taping myself talking to my unborn grandchild who I will call Mamie Bob until he or she arrives. I wanted Mamie Bob to know how much I would have loved him or her, and all the fun things we were going to do together. I'm telling you, people, it is melodrama all the way in my head.
So, it seems that I will not expire from blocked arteries or a brain tumor...at least not this week. I doubt a sinus infection will do me in either. I will admit that I am pleased to know that it is not a case of hypochondria. I was beginning to wonder. I might get hit by a bus or a meteorite, or choke on a malted milk ball, or some other bizarre happenstance, but for right now, my mind is relieved. I will take my medicines as prescribed. I will thank God for good test results. I will ponder how grateful I am for my health. I will give more thought to those whose health is fragile. I will not take one day or one moment for granted...until I forget the mind-drama of this week, and then once again take my many blessings for granted. Oh, why do I do that?
So, for today, I wish you good health, a grateful heart, and
blessings
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