"Please don't tell me how the story ends"

(Kris Kristofferson/Rita Coolidge reference)

I have been having some back and forths with my nurses and whomevers, the ladies who call you back to say they don't know the answers but will put you through to someone who does and who then turns out to be an answering machine.

I do know, now, that my surgery is out-patient, always a good thing, given a choice, as it means you are leaving, at least in their estimation, on the same day you arrive. Those are the kinds of things I like to hear.

But they still have found no one sufficiently expert enough to explain why I am getting another CT scan, just two weeks after my last one. This one, this question, was merely confounding me until suddenly there was noone around to actually answer the simple question which makes it, to my mind, a much more complex question.

Something I asked in passing, that is, is now something I am asking in earnest.

No worries, of course. It is what it is. I just wish someone would tell me what it is.

FYI, I am not going to post these here anymore, as they seem inappropriate. Back to the blog for me, although I have enjoyed the responses. Take care, all.