Wednesday, July 1, 2009

I Need a Remedy For What's Ailing Me


In the absence of any upshot from last Friday’s MRI, I remain ignorant of causes and cures. I put a call into the doctor and I continue to wait for his call.

Yesterday, I returned to work. Within an hour I was a caricature of Igor, the hump-back lab assistant and major domo to Dr. Frankenstein, dragging my left arm after me like a sack of laundry and mouthing, “right this way, master” to my boss who looked on appalled by my antics. I wonder if Herr Doktor could bolt a new arm/neck onto my carcass and send me forth to frighten villagers and spawn a host of B-grade movies?

Speaking of entertainment, tonight, as part of the continuing celebration of 14 years of marriage to T, we are going to see Dr. John. I’m counting on this doctor to have a gris gris bag of musical voodoo with which to cure what ails me.

3 comments:

anno said...

Sounds like if Herr Dr. could bolt a new arm and neck to your aging carcass, you'd be ready to take it! Here's hoping Dr. John proves better medicine -- happy anniversary!

Betsy said...

Oh no! Was so hoping that the MRI would give you some answers! Enjoy your night out tonight, and hope you feel better soon!

Jen of A2eatwrite said...

Happy Anniversary and enjoy Dr. John!

I'm so sorry you've had no relief as of yet. Do you know a good massage therapist?