Down The Hatch

Ok, finally had that endoscopy that the medical community has been insisting on. Found that I do have inflammation in my esophagus, stomach and duodenum, and a hiatel hernia, but all of my biopsies are negative for cancer. That is a good thing. I am on some medication and hopefully all of the "itises" will dissipate over the next couple of months. Now, next month it's off to the gynecologist for his evaluation and then I do believe that there will not be one single solitary orifice left on, near or around my body that hasn't been evaluated!...So between the "itises"and seeing all of the people whose titles end in "ologist," I think Shel Silverstein sums up this whole situation best...;

SICK (A poem by Shel Silverstein)

I cannot go to school today,”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash, and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox,
And there’s one more - - that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue –
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke –
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose I cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have hangnail, and my heart is – what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is … Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play.