be-musings

Just came back from the doctor's office. My usual experience with doctors is that when I have gone in with the same symptoms as my family members I am told there is nothing that can be done for me but to let the illness run it's course. That seems reasonable enough, but somehow the other family members come out with prescriptions for their identical ailments. Not today. I walked in for what I thought was a simple request, and left with requisition for blood tests, x-rays, and a referral to a neuro-specialist. By the way I'm not dying. It seems that at "my age" some preventative investigation becomes necessary. It's been many years since I had a needle, and tomorrow I'll be complaining all day about the "owie". If you're seeing me, be warned. I may want to show you the bandaid. Maybe I'll ask for a cute kiddie one, if they have them.
While waiting in the doctor's room I got bored of just sitting, so looked for something to read. No magazines were there, just a medical journal. Good enough for me. I looked up a couple of prescriptions I've heard of. Found out that one I take on occasion is now obsolete. Another reminder that I'm aging. I'll have to deal with that. Then I came across a very interesting piece of information. It was about medication to deal with throat pain. It apparently is absorbed through the hemorrhoid arteries and excreted through the tonsils. I didn't know that there was a hemorrhoid artery in the throat. I felt dumb for assuming it was in only one location. But then I read the end. It's a suppository! Who would ever imagine that inserting something - there - would provide relief elsewhere. Seems like too much sacrifice to me. Maybe it just provides a distraction so that you no longer notice the pain. Or maybe the threat of inserting something - you know where - is enough to kick in lots of endorphins. Would probably work for me!