Dr. B’s office called yesterday to report that the tick that I found embedded in my thigh ten days ago was indeed a carrier of Lyme disease. So I agreed to be treated as if I had it. Of course there’s a very good chance that I don’t have the disease, but it’s not worth taking the chance.
Illness, or even attention to health issues, presents me with thoughts about silence, solitude and simplicity, as well as their opposites, which I’ll name as community, noise and complexity. For example, a doctor’s office never feels silent, even when there is an atmosphere of hush; if people aren’t talking or even if they are just whispering quietly, computers are spurting forth information. As far as solitude is concerned, whatever is going on inside my body is not private once I’m plugged into the medical system; and yet, I feel immense solitude as I deal with possibilities and realities. And finally, need I mention that none of this is simple?
Illness, or even attention to health issues, presents me with thoughts about silence, solitude and simplicity, as well as their opposites, which I’ll name as community, noise and complexity. For example, a doctor’s office never feels silent, even when there is an atmosphere of hush; if people aren’t talking or even if they are just whispering quietly, computers are spurting forth information. As far as solitude is concerned, whatever is going on inside my body is not private once I’m plugged into the medical system; and yet, I feel immense solitude as I deal with possibilities and realities. And finally, need I mention that none of this is simple?