Thursday, September 06, 2007
Analyze This . . and this . . . and this
OK. I survived the checkup.
List in my journal:
-- Muzak makes me feel like I'm late to something big--and it isn't happening in this waiting area.
--Note to self: Need an IPod.
--Cute teenage boy in cargo shorts with a bloody syringe taped to his jugular, tubes running under his polo shirt.
--Grey-ponytailed hippy dude exuding unfiltered Camels (I adore the smell--still stunned I was able to stop. I don't quit bad things easily). He's battling with reception for information and a smile, his prosthetic peg-leg skinny as Ahab's--grounded by a huge Adidas sneaker.
--White paper gown. Fluorescent everything.
--Insight: compared to this, the Woman's prison in Raleigh feels like Grandma's kithchen.
--Low pulse and blood pressure. OK, the pipes and pump work.
--Question: So where do I hold the stress: In my fat? DEEPER?
--Doc made appointments with:
PT: injured rotator cuff, 4 years ago
ObGyn: "Just to rule out . . ."
Gastro: "You might have a bit of . . ."
Radiology: mammogram, routine
--My hypocondriac mother would bliss out.
--I'm good at that.
--I'm not worried. I mean it. This is a first.
--Refrigerator quote reads:
'Life is too short to live it scared.'
--I wrote it.
--P.S. After spending the first 50 years in terror.
Posted by Carol Henderson at 9:10 AM
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