Collecting Medical Problems
Posted by Max Pilote on January 23, 2007
Creative Writing Journal for January 17, 2007
I’m pretty sure a blow to the head isn’t really a wake up call. It’s more of a one way ticket to a headache and a severe concussion. Maybe a nice nap. Now, a slap in the face would be more appropriate.
You see, normal people collect stamps and knick knacks. I collect medical problems. That’s right, I just can’t be outdone. According to my doctor, I’m still likely to die from the cancer, but the heart disease might finish me off first. There’s not enough iron in my blood so I have to eat red meat, but my cholesterol is too high so I can’t eat it.
What the hell?!
As far as I’m concerned, a medical problem doesn’t exist until you go to the doctor. They have people who live their entire lives without knowing ther cholesterol and it doesn’t kill them.
Doctors must have this dartboard of medical problems. They just toss the dart and tell you that you’re sick. After all, we never understand that medical jargon, so how do we know if their wrong?
