Meade's Ball
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I think today was a sort of shitter. Certainly in the personally obsessed drama-queen league. I went to the doctors to ask for a modicum of advice. Been in a fair amount of pain these last three weeks and wondered if his past as a trained neurologist might tell me anything that soothes the constant rumbling kerfuffle in my personal attic. He has a very white beard. I wonder if it's been dyed that colour. So bloody white. Like a racist beard. One that would like to wear a hood and hang brown things from branches.
Anyway, i informed him of my latest state and stared into his drifting face for a reply. He actually moved from his computer screen for a moment to lecture me on what my life will hold. The good side is that i survived a deathly incident and that a plateau could well be reached soon. But the bad news that i may well be dizzy and tired for life. That engineering will be forever undertaken.
I was hoping he'd have x-ray eyes and stare at the level of damage done and how long i might have left of being reguilt, but he didn't and could just offer the guesswork that all, including me, could deliver.
Expect the worst, he sort of said. I would have liked to say a negativist like me could out-worst him with cancerous bells on, but i didn't. Just asked him about a pulled muscle in my leg instead, limping at my appointment's end into the glaring daylight to carry on just pondering alone.
Anyway, i informed him of my latest state and stared into his drifting face for a reply. He actually moved from his computer screen for a moment to lecture me on what my life will hold. The good side is that i survived a deathly incident and that a plateau could well be reached soon. But the bad news that i may well be dizzy and tired for life. That engineering will be forever undertaken.
I was hoping he'd have x-ray eyes and stare at the level of damage done and how long i might have left of being reguilt, but he didn't and could just offer the guesswork that all, including me, could deliver.
Expect the worst, he sort of said. I would have liked to say a negativist like me could out-worst him with cancerous bells on, but i didn't. Just asked him about a pulled muscle in my leg instead, limping at my appointment's end into the glaring daylight to carry on just pondering alone.