The Calendar

I was checking my calendar - I don’t do anything without checking to see where I am supposed to be - and discovered the next couple of weeks hold some real treats. My truck has to go into the shop for some minor repairs. I hope they are minor. There’s an appointment with the internal medicine doctor. That’s the guy that gave me medication to help with leg cramps. When I checked out the medication, I discovered it is used for leg cramps, bipolar depression, myalgia, and a host of other ailments. I think ingrown toenails, warts, hemorrhoids, and bad breath were on the list. All I know is I have to take the drug at bedtime because it makes my mind fuzzier than it already is.

Next on the horizon is a trip to the in-laws for Thanksgiving. I expect that will be the usual joyous event where they turn up the TV as loud as it will go and then talk over it. What I go through for a little turkey, ham and pecan pie.

And, I see that I am scheduled for a colonoscopy. Who says I don’t have an exciting life? I go to doctors that I don’t want to see because they don’t do anything to help me. I take medication that is only a slight relief, but with crazy side effects. And, then I get to have a procedure that is a real pain in the rear, in more ways than one.

Have you ever noticed that proctologist and plumbers don’t bite their finger nails?

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