Scattered Bits of Mental Shrapnel

I feel better. I think I'm okay, but I may waffle on that later.

Took the toddler to the zoo yesterday in summer heat. Spring has kind of sucked. Either too cold or too summer. The heat did me in a bit.

Sometimes I do too much.

But at least the headache I had for two days finally left the building. Hallelujah.

Can I talk about the garbage for a second? I will somehow make it relate to medical stuff.

This should be interesting.

I am immensely puzzled as to why logic failed. The garbage smelled. Ergo it should be moved. Otherwise the dogs would get into it, which is exactly what happened.

The hubby has an alternate view, which is the dogs should not have touched the garbage.

I'm scratching my head on that one. I blame his Commie upbringing in E. Europe, where dogs were disposable. Except the hubby does love our dogs. I don't know. I'm just puzzled on how the communication utterly failed.

The situation does sort of mirror my medical life. I point out an objectively observable problem with an objective history and am ignored totally.

Me:"See that history of a cortisol of 1.3?"

Doctor:"Yes, so what?"

Me:"Can we please test my am cortisol. I think I'm having the same problem."

Doctor:"Uh, no."

The government should hire me to be the spokesperson who breaks the news of alien invasion. That way they can tell the truth, but absolutely no one will take it seriously.