The doctor's nurse called to say that my thyroid is normal and there was nothing on the scan. When I queried whether a problem was still in the offing because the bloodwork wasn't as it should be, she did not know. I asked her to have the doctor call me. No call yesterday and none today thus far...
This is good news, but the happy dance will need to wait until my questions are answered. Given the state of the U.S. medical system, that should be sometime in the next century, provided someone can find the paper on which my request was recorded...
In the interim, I venture to hospital for a workout, and leave you all with the following rather sarcastic reflections on modern life:
Whom did you think you were chasing?
Her head cocked, the question hangs in the air, unanswered...
It is clear, despite protestations to the contrary, that you are no White Knight,
Tilting at life's conundrums, gathering damsels perceived distressed...
Erudite at first glance, chinks in your facade reveal a mere terrified mortal…
Once more, a victim of your own grand delusions…
Fleeing intimacy’s final gaze…
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One can do so much via e-mail and the Internet;
We've forgotten tact, courtesy and our grandmother's oft-uttered, "Treat as you would like to be treated."
There is the act of flaming; PLACING DESIRES, EPITHETS AND QUIXOTIC TURNS OF PHRASE IN CAPS, the equivalent of screaming, in case the person reading has suddenly forgotten that your words do have a point, and that you intend to make it, come what may.
Or the proverbial, "I can't risk talking to you in person right now because my emotions may get the better of me," leading inevitably to a mish-mash of words, which when translated result in the need for a clean break, and no further hyperbole onscreen or off.
A kiss-off Internet-style...
Tacky, and without merit as it may be, to which I say, with gusto: Amen!
Until Next Time and Still Wondering...