The nurse asked how I was. This was about 2 hours after the oncologist laid out the bad news.
Assuming (wrongly of course) that she had heard of my sentence, I mean, diagnosis, I replied, “Other than getting hit over the head by a 2-by-4, I’m okay.”
She immediately picked up my file and began to rifle through it.
“2-by-4? Did that happen here? Are you in pain? Does your head hurt? I can check the orders to see if I can give you something.”
“I keep forgetting you medical folks are very literal. But I guess that’s a good thing in your line of work.”
She smiled and nodded and asked, "But do you have any bruising?"
I explained I was speaking metaphorically and that I had not really been hit by a 2-by-4 but by a ton of bricks called leukemia.
She smiled again, not really getting it.
My fault. Say what you mean. Mean what you say.
Muddy Creek Chruch
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This time of year the sun doesn't rise high, and the days are shorter in
day light.
The suns always behind the Muddy Creek Church.
It is on Muddy Creek rd, ...
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