a closed door with 3 lox

[somedayseattle]

On Tuesday I went to the pulmonologist to get an x-ray. Da Olda Sista was around so she joined us for a day of Dat Cripple Life. The docs took their photos and before we got home for the day the results were posted on the doctors website. That’s pretty damn efficient as opposed to when I was younger and they would get back to you in a week. The doctor said "what we saw in the bottom of yer lungs was not what we thought it was but you need to come back and get another x-ray in case it wasn’t what we thought it was but it might’ve been what we didn’t know it was." In other words just come on back in a week for another x-ray. Sure, why not? Going to a different doctor twice a week every week isn’t exhausting at all. Plus, look at this review. That’s me they’re talking about. Me!! Unremarkable my ass. Nothing about me is unremarkable!!

Comments

[meowmensteen]

Your lungs are starting to sound an awful lot like Iraq...

Reports that say that something hasn't happened are always interesting to me, because as we know, there are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns—the ones we don't know we don't know. And if one looks throughout the history of our country and other free countries, it is the latter category that tends to be the difficult ones.