The holidays are officially over. I took down the Christmas tree yesterday and went back to work today. It seems everyone is settling into the new year in their own special way, like the guy at the gas station at Brooks and Millbranch – he decided not to wear shirt at all – winterbedamned, the gals at my office were abuzz with talk of The South Beach Diet, they put up a new calendar at the headache clinic, and I even overheard a nurse tell my doctor that they had accidently put a patient in Hospice.
(Old: Kitty New: Inspirational Piggly Wiggly)
I get injections in my head and they give me an ice pack to help the swelling and pain. It is made out of two ingredients: ice cubes and a rubber glove. No muss no fuss. I let it melt and then re-freeze it in fun shapes.
I like my health care like I like my New Year resolutions: inspirational, dangerous, and simple.
3 comments:
Can you overnight me one of your funky-shaped ice packs for my cornea infection? My eyes are trying to cry as I write this but they can't. Thanks!
Oh no. You need to get your eyeballs juiced!
I'll send the icepacks.
Ha! Yes, I have an army of prescription eye drops. The fact that I'm still following your blog with eye pain is a testament to its greatness.
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