THE INEVITABILITY OF ALL OF THAT – AND THEN WHAT?

You can run, but you cannot hide.

Let me rephrase that. I can’t run … nor can I hide.

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Every year, like a particularly annoying alarm clock, they come around. Annual visits to the oncologist and cardiologist. And my birthday, the rosy bloom of which is greatly diminished as it falls right in the middle of the medical runaround. Such fun!

Needles. Laboratories. Tests. Waiting to get the doctor’s read on life and death. What’s the prognosis, doc? Am I gonna make it for another year?

blood evidenceMy mother hated these sessions. She would watch the doctor’s eyes, trying to read in them what he was not saying. When he said “You’re okay,” did he mean it? Was he hiding the truth?

I’m less paranoid than my mother — from whom they actually did hide the truth. It was a different time and it was still legal for doctors to lie “in your best interests.” I’m more worried about what they may be missing than anything they could be hiding. I’ve been misdiagnosed or not diagnosed often. It’s hard for me to feel secure that they’ve gotten it right.

Tests test what they test. Which isn’t necessarily what’s wrong with me (or you). We can pass every test with flags flying, yet still have something most unfortunate going on. Somewhere. In an organ they didn’t test. Or signaled by a wee little symptom they labeled “insignificant.”

So. This morning it starts. Take some blood. Good luck with that. I frequently don’t have a live vein in my body. I always hold my breath until I see the blood actually flowing into the tube.insane doctor cartoon

“You’ve hit a gusher!” I gush. Sometimes, nothing happens. Then, it’s a duster, a dry hole. Some days, there’s no vein into which anyone can get a needle … or get blood out of. Let’s hope this is not one of them.

Inevitable. I can’t wriggle out of the testing cycle. I would if I could. So, for the next few days, it’s me, a lab, an office, and one more test. Until finally, it’s over for another year. Hopefully.

I shall see you all on the other side. Or, as we say here in America, next week.

Why did the sheep cross the road? – Writing prompt.

Just for fun 😁

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

sheep Yorkshire Not your usual pedestrian…

K.L. Caley from new2writing asked when the next photo prompt would be… I hadn’t thought to make it a regular feature, but thought that when I happened to stumble across a photo that tickled my fancy, I might put it up as a prompt. And then found this.

So, in 100 words or less… what do you think is going on here?

Create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… by Wednesday 9th March and link back to this post with a pingback. Some posts will feature on the blog during the week and all posts will be included in a round up on Thursday.

Feel free to use the photo in your post if you wish.

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TWO BY TWO: CEE’S BLACK & WHITE CHALLENGE

CEE’S BLACK & WHITE PHOTO CHALLENGE: THE NOAH’S ARK CHALLENGE

I am calling this Cee’s Noah’s Ark Challenge as it calls for two of anything. Since I am a biped, my first thought was feet.

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And then, naturally — I thought of shoes. Or in this case, boots.

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But finally, in honor of Noah and what must have been a monstrous cleaning job on the bottom of that ark …

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WHY DID THE SHEEP CROSS THE ROAD?

WHY DID THE SHEEP CROSS THE ROAD?

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A writing prompt from Sue Vincent.

Why does anything — or anyone — cross a road?

“To get to the other side.”

But. What was so important that it goaded a vulnerable sheep to risk an angry farmer to reach that elusive other side?

“Garry?,” I asked. “Why did this sheep cross the road?”

“What sheep?” he said. “What road?”

“The sheep in this picture.”

“Ask me later.”

The truth lies exposed to all who have eyes to see. No one can ever know for sure what’s on the other side. Especially not a sheep.


(Exactly 100 words, not counting this section).

Garry counted and he says it’s only 99 (including the titles). Is WordPress not telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth?