(Sung to the tune of “Let it Snow”)
Call me a curmudgeon…my kids do. I’m of the opinon though that snow is prettiest when viewed from a photo on a warm sunny beach.
And yesterday afternoon was rather harrowing. The check engine light came on while I was running late for a doctor appointment. After getting my knee shot up with cortisone, (Let’s just call it “leg-itis”—a combo of tendonitis and bursitis. Isn’t that fun?)
My shoulder’s trashed too. I should have listened to mom when she said, “Stand up straight!” because now it’s been classified into a….I swear I’m not making this up…a Posture Disorder. Oh goodie! Another dysfunction in our home! Quick! Someone get me a pen and paper!
“Just tell me that my headaches aren’t caused by a brain tumor,” I said.
He felt along my neck and shoulder. I winced at the tenderness. I think he murmured a “Wooo-weee! under his breath but I wasn’t sure. He was quite adamant that it was from my neck and then he threw out some other name. When I told him about my herniated discs from a few years back he slapped his knee and said a few other big words. “Gesundheit” I replied.
“It’s not a brain tumor?” I just wanted to hear it again. He smiled.
He suggested to Jay with a wink that perhaps a few gift certificates to a day spa were just what the doctor ordered. “But our van needs a gift certificate to the mechanic’s spa,” I said. Thoughts of medical costs danced about in my head. Gosh. No wonder it hurt.
By the time we left, I was clutching prescriptions for pain relieving rub and a magic pill to take away swelling and pain. I asked him for some “really good stuff” but he smiled and assured me what he ordered was entirely non addictive.
I bet he’s a curmudgeon too.
Filed under: Personal notes, humor | Tagged: personal
You poor thing! I hope you’re feeling better very soon. And I’m totally going to show Padawan Learner that part about the “posture disorder” because he doesn’t in the least believe me that good posture is important for the long run.