What I really want to write about is pretty simple, but certainly not a simple pleasure . . . so should I? But, if I don't write something today, November slips by unrecorded . . .
I could write about . . . finally finding
a new primary physician
I might be
willing
to see
again
but I can't write about the fact that,
because I don't go to doctors as a rule,
my insurance won't cover
a penny of her bill
("not covered,"
"exceeds allowable,"
"you haven't started
using your deductible")
or, I could write about being
thankful for the gift of
good health
but not that I question why
"borderline" is
"normal"
or, I could write about how
I've figured out how to do
the last seven--
and next two--
doctor/dentist
appointments
without missing
a day of
work or summer
but not
that I have my priorities
confused
or I could save
writing about
health
and
doctors
and
all things related
until . . .
maybe never?
Good idea!
But,
you know,
there is something to be said
for being told you have
a good
(AKA perfect EKG)
heart. . .
Enough said!
