Things left behind
Friday, August 20th, 2010
When people get to my age we often get up in the morning and touch all over just to see what new thing hurts today. It’s okay though, most of the time it’s nothing serious.
If you’re honest, you’ll admit to having a quick peek into the toilet after leaving a load, right? Well, I had a peek today and was convinced that I was in trouble. I’ve been told if it looks really dark, you’d better see the doctor for a check.
So off I went to call to make an appointment while visions of horrible poop chute ailments reeled around in my head. I was able to get an appointment for tomorrow and was really pleased with the concern of the receptionist at the doctor’s office.
Later I was sitting around just mulling what might be the end of my life. (do I sound wacky to you too?) I remembered that I felt homesick for the kids in Atlanta and Orlando the night before and THAT’S when it hit me. I wasn’t dying at all.
You see, when I get homesick I eat American food. It’s just something I’ve always done. It makes me feel closer I suppose. Well, eat a stack of Oreos and then have a quick peek in the toilet. Yup, REALLY dark stuff in there. I remember the first time my son had an oreo cookie he was in diapers (in a previous century) and that’s where I learned about the “Oreo Syndrome.”
So I’m pleased to tell you that I cancelled my doctor’s appointment and the receptionist was cracking up and couldn’t wait to tell the lady who works with her.



