The impatient patient
Over the past couple of weeks now, Craig and I have been either at a doctor’s office, at the Emergency Room or at the office of a specialist. We’ve done more waiting than the doctor’s have done searching. During my practice of Patient Patience, I’ve entertained myself with a comedy bit by Jerry Seinfeld from long ago. It goes like this:
“…..and you sit there, you know, and you’ve got your little magazine. You pretend you’re reading it, but you’re really looking at the other people. You know, you’re thinking about them; things like “I wonder what he’s got. As soon as she goes, I’m getting her magazine.” And then, they finally call you and it’s a very exciting moment. They finally call you, and you stand up and you kinda look around at the other people in the room. “Well, I guess I’ve been chosen. I’ll see you all later.”
You know, so you think you’re going to see the doctor, but you’re not, are you? No. You’re going into the next waiting room. The littler waiting room.”
I wish I could say that all of this waiting has given us some answers about what/is was causing Craig’s pain but sadly, it’s left us exhausted and frustrated. Everything pointed to a hernia early on (he’s had one repair so he knew what to look for); but then symptoms started presenting as a possible gallbladder issue. Either way, Craig was afraid to eat anything lest he bring on another attack so he went on a liquid-only diet for 7 days. He did feel better but he was starving for solid food. Whenever I ate it was in my art studio where I enjoyed my chewing as quietly as possible.
After another series of tests, nothing was found. Craig decided that if it was his gallbladder he was ready to stop babying it. Before I knew it, he’d made a plan to get up at 6AM Thursday morning and eat bbq chicken wings for breakfast so that he’d provoke an attack around the time we saw the doctor. Except it never happened.
Inconclusive is the current diagnosis. We see a hernia surgeon next week. In the meantime he’s off work until either an answer is found or he’s deemed fit to return to work.
As for me, I haven’t painted anything substantial in what feels like forever. I did deliver a finished painting to its new owner this past Wednesday, which was one of the highlights of my whole week. This may sound crazy, but if my paintings were alive I swear a few of them would be extremely vocal as to who they’d like to be sold to. This was one of those occasions and I left that house knowing that my painting had gone home.
Have a good weekend, everyone – and thank you for your well wishes, thoughts and concerns these last couple of weeks. I leave you with my Gratitude Photo of the Week which was taken yesterday when I was feeling a bit frustrated and just overall down in the dumps:
Let me tell you, if you ever need a good cheering up – go to a greeenhouse. That kind of color just makes it all better for a while, you know?
See you next week,