Between Feb. 8 and March 8, I nearly went around the bend. I went in for a routine physical and wound up with a solid month of medical testing. Finally, they declared me fit, just in time to keep me from having one. I was going to the doctor's office or the hospital every two or three days and then sitting home scared stiff while I waited for the results.
That was rough for somebody who hasn't ever had anything worse than the flu and who hasn't ever been in the hospital. First it was a little bump on the thyroid that led to ultrasound and radioactive iodine tests. It was okay. Then they used ultrasound and Xrays to investigate all of my innards. I had an EKG and some other stuff that I won't mention. I was put to sleep once, given pills, and other concoctions. (I did have a minor infection.) I have had three blood tests and fasted for up to 48 hours for various reasons. And they didn't find anything dangerous. I no longer have any toenail fungus and my dandruff is much better now. Everything in between is OK. About half way through this month long ordeal, I stepped in a hole and sprained an ankle. More Xrays and more pills (anti-inflamatories). Worst of all, my Allstate scooter isn't going to be ready for the Cochran meet! (sniff, sob!)
The truth is that if I hadn't had my wife, Rinkworks, and the 1963 Cushman Eagle that I bought just before this all started, I would have gone nuttie, bonkers, and banananas. When you get into these situations you need someone to talk to and something to keep you busy. And that's what got me through. Thanks for doing your part even if you didn't know you were doing it.
Well, I guess I better finish getting the Eagle ready, since I won't be taking the Allstate.
I'll have room for the '47 Cushman and the Honda and (light bulb pops over head) I know! The Vespa! It's great being healthy.
Howard