Spare Me the Details, Please

 

Spare Me the Details, Please

Circling back to only feeling true gratitude for something you’ve had taken away and been given back. I just had a huge surge of gratitude.

Multitudes of emails and phone calls and exercises in patience later, I’m at the auditory department of my health care provider. It’s the provider urging us to thrive – as opposed to shriveling up and dying. It’s been determined that I have fluid in my inner ear - yay! It’s not permanent and it’s curable!

Why does it seem that all the women doctors are young and attractive and…….condescending? I’m old but I’m not senile….yet. The necessary procedure is being explained to me in a manner reminiscent of a nursery school teacher explaining finger painting to a four year old who has more talent on the playground equipment than at the art board.

Anyway, scalpel in her hand and sharp end in my ear, I’m getting a play by play recitation of how we’ll be poking a hole in my ear drum. Because I adhere to the advice Louie Armstrong’s mother gave him, “don’t sass the white folk” I restrain myself from telling her to shut the hell up! In this case, she is the white folk.

As long as the day has not been my best day, I get my flu shot and weakly stagger to my car in which I experience a little fender bender. Woman driving like a bat out hell cuts me off and blah, blah, blah, etc., etc., etc. - bottom line I hit her. It’s established we should pull over to discuss, however I’m following someone who apparently is looking for two adjacent parking spaces in a lot that rarely has one vacant space. I needed to let someone in and totally lost the woman. Oh, could it be? Could she feel she was to blame and wanted to ditch me? I think so and this doesn’t make me unhappy.

My body shop guy calls me his annuity. His wife comes over with a beater car and takes my damaged one away. The car is repaired (cost less than I planned) and I can hear again! Again feeling genuine gratitude! Life is good.

Henry’s assessment – Ye gods, finally I can be in the same room when the TV is on and the volume is not ear piercing. I’m grateful as well. Next week we’ll post my Thanksgiving poem.