I’ve been re-reading the Harry Potter series of books again lately.
And have a phrase stuck in my head, as I sit here, struggling through the remnants of today’s migraine.
It’s rather like fighting through a sticky spider web, only the web has thorns that unexpectedly jab me in the head & neck…so forgive me if I ramble a bit & sometimes fall off my train of thought altogether.
I have an appointment with my regular doc on Thursday. Since the “specialist” told me that my abdominal pain is not kidney-related, I don’t have much choice but to begin the whole investigation process over. So, it’s back to the first square on this freaking chutes & ladders game I’ve been stuck in.
Always, you think you’re getting somewhere, when suddenly – the ground opens up & you’re on a chute headed for the beginning again. Milton Bradley, you’ve got some explaining to do about that deal you made with Satan…
Anyway, I’ve got this phrase in my head “Destination, determination, deliberation”… which is used in the HP books when the kids are learning about Apparition – or the means of traveling instantly from their current place, to a destination of their choosing. They have to focus their determination – see themselves with their mind’s eye, standing in the place they want to be… and use deliberation to get them there, meaning they force the magic within themselves as wizards to move them, displacing time, space, and probably about 12 other laws of physics.
So, you ask, how does this, in my pain-med riddled brain, equate with my doctor’s appointment?
Well, I’ve decided that I’m going to make my Dr. sit & listen to ALL that I have to say, so we can actually get to the bottom of whatever it is causing my pain.
My destination is to be pain-free.
My determination is to not leave her office until she hears everything, & agrees that I need to have different tests run, something that will encompass the whole area that is governed by my pain, not just one small organ.
Well, there my path diverges slightly from norm…
As I told my mother the other night, I’m going to make my doctor see my pain, by circling it in Sharpie.
Yup, I’m going to pull a surgeon’s own modus operandi, & mark the areas of pain.
What the hell do I care if my belly has permanent marker on it for a few days? If it’ll get the doc to really look at me, see what it is I’ve been trying to tell her?
Not like there’s anyone I’m trying to impress with unblemished white skin, lately.
So, fuck it.
I’m making myself a walking incident report.
Let’s see her ignore that.
Deliberate enough for ya?