By the time you read this, I will have had my first x-rays in about six years.� This appointment was made a few weeks ago and has nothing whatever to do with the cold i'm snuffling through.
They're going to be scanning my tummy, which means I can't eat or drink anything for 12 hours before.� I'll be asleep through most of that, so no problem.
I'm not exactly worried about this.� The worst I expect them to find is that I have a lousy diet and I need to start eating better.�
The part that worries me is my lack of worry.� I worry that the fact that I am unconcerned about this could be ironic foreshadowing.�
Hence this.� I've always been fascinated by the totally gross anatomical posters that hang in every doctor's office.� They alternate between polite reminders and outright scare tactics, depending on organs and drug companies involved.� That, and they depict a person so FUBARed that not even House could save them.
Disgusting, alarming, fascinating, and yet somehow ultimately reassuring... pretty much sums up my feelings towards medicine.
