Wouldn’t it be funny if, after really impressing on the Doctor how awful I feel, all the new tests showed nothing! It seems to often be that way with me, to the point that my integrity (and sanity….) come into question when the results are discussed. If this new round of X-rays, Echocardiogram and venous Doppler Ultrasound are all inconclusive, Dr. B. will most likely have the little white bus drop by the house with 2 giant white-garbed nurse-like gentlemen to escort me out to said van. A little dose of Thorazine and off I would go to nappie land. Sounds good to me right now:).
I must hold on tight, glory in the good and golden days, when the sky is filled with puffy white balls of cotton and a background of brightest blue. Days when a cool glass of homemade sweet tea tastes like the elixer of life.
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Ahhhhhh. What a dream, even if it is whimsical.,.
