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dixieagle
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There’s a saying that I learned from a doctor friend (it is often mentioned in med school): “When you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras.” In other words, try to think first of the most common, likely reasons for something, rather than jumping to wild conclusions.
It’s something I need to try to take to heart, and don’t do a very good job at. I tend to be a worrywart, especially with medical things, and imagine the wildest “zebras” ever! Try to think of this; often, if something is really bad, the office will call you pretty quickly. As you called them, most likely it is a privacy issue, compounded by the fact they closed early Friday.
Those conversations do cast a dark shadow over weekends. though; believe me, I know.
God bless.
It’s something I need to try to take to heart, and don’t do a very good job at. I tend to be a worrywart, especially with medical things, and imagine the wildest “zebras” ever! Try to think of this; often, if something is really bad, the office will call you pretty quickly. As you called them, most likely it is a privacy issue, compounded by the fact they closed early Friday.
Those conversations do cast a dark shadow over weekends. though; believe me, I know.
God bless.
(just kidding) well, I might. Maybe I’ll celebrate for you, funny on this end…!
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It’s just been a tremendously hard time since mom’s diagnosis last fall and my back surgery…and then this morning a cortisone shot in the foot for torn tendons and then on the other foot the Dr. cut off a part of my big toenail OUCH :crying: I’m afraid I said a bad word when he jabbed a knife under my not-yet-numb nail!!! But I know this will ALL pass, and I so look forward to having all medical things dealt with and getting a new job, getting an answer on my anullment, and starting RCIA this fall…
Take me for example, as I write this, I am recovering from my 5th knee operation and am looking forward to elbow surgery later this year. During the course of my relatively short life, I have had surgery 12 times, all but two for injuries, (think Darwin Award) including successfully reattaching a severed hand. That does not count the half-dozen or so times I have broken my nose, or the time I drove a nail through my thumb, or the time I broke a dish while washing it and cut the artery in my wrist, or the time I fell down in the backyard and found the only piece of broken glass embedded in my hand, or the time when I was 12 when I accidentally made a bomb and got the shrapnel in my leg (removed 33 years later), or the time I ran through a closed glass patio door, or the two times time I cut my face in separate car accidents, or the time I broke some ribs while recovering from knee surgery, or the time when… Well, you get the idea.
My gosh - in the grand scheme of things, what difference will it make knowing two days sooner? It’s not as if you can DO anything on a Friday afternoon with an unfavorable diagnosis aside from having a really crummy weekend. At least with not knowing you have the benefit of at least hoping for the best!!! It is not as if she is hearing that she has three days to live and, oops, we wasted two of them over the weekend!! 
. Medical professionals have a very very difficult job - they have to please everyone: patients, doctors, managers, government, insurance companies. They can’t just blow with the wind to make everyone all warm and fuzzy all the time. Sometimes we just need to patient patients. 
