This wasn’t the story I was going to post this week but that wonderful husband of mine just keeps rolling them out and giving me fodder to post.
He has got to be the most logical man I know, or maybe these creatures are all logical I just haven’t really noticed before.
What’s he done now I hear you ask?
With him still being poorly I asked him how he was feeling, guessing he would be pretty frustrated by now feeling like rubbish.
He said, ‘Well I still don’t feel the best and the other day I got up quickly and had to hold on to the door as I almost fainted’.
This is from a man who is never ever sick, so I am guessing that maybe he has high blood pressure or some such thing.
‘So what are you going to do, will you go to the doctor’?
‘Yep I have made an appointment with my doctor’.
‘But you told me he is useless so why are you going back to him?
‘Well if I didn’t then I would have to find a new doctor’.
‘Right like everybody else then?’
The truth of the matter is this doctor is conveniently local, no pulling the wool over my eyes so to speak.
The next night, he has his appointment at 5pm, comes back in with two pieces of paper, spouting how this great doctor (apparently he’s great now) is going to test him for Ross River Virus even though he doesn’t have the symptoms.
I shake my head and say, ‘So now that he thinks you potentially have something, but don’t have the symptoms he’s a miracle worker?’
‘Well he’s just checking’.
‘Any thing else then I see you have two pieces of paper?’
‘The other is for a brain scan as I may have a possible benign tumour’.
‘How’s he figure that then?
‘The lethargy and nearly fainting, but I don’t think that’s possible.’
So the next night I come home and ask how he got on
‘I had the blood test took all of 5 minutes’.
‘Good and how did the brain scan go then?’
‘I didn’t have that done’.
‘Why’, say I biting my tongue.
‘Thought I would wait for the blood test results first’.
‘Well I don’t think a tumour would have come on so suddenly so I’ll wait and see’.
I rest my case, there’s a book in here somewhere I’m sure.
He looks healthy, is chirpy, has no further fainting spells. I just have to coerce him into having the scan. I know if I make the appointment myself he will go, so guess what?
Makes you reflect on your health and how we all see things differently doesn’t it?