A Good Day!

I had one of those days middle-aged men have where we go to the doctor and hear words like "some discomfort" and "a small amount of pressure" both, after the doctor tells you she will send you home with a prescription, if you want one, of a mild pain relief medication; which turns out to be a synthetic morphine in an IV drip. The words and the meds linger in your mind because the two aren't making sense in the same paragraph until the procedure is over and you find yourself cowering in the corner sobbing like a French longshoreman with a stack of wet-wipes and wondering why your Aunt Millie didn't bake you a birthday cake when you were seven. All of this leads you into a mental study of the human body.

What an amazing piece of machinery. You know this thing we call a "body" was never meant to die? Sure, we do, but we weren't meant to. Forget your belief system, this body does everything it can to adapt and live in this contaminated world. Think about it. The body has a pancreas that is there just to process ice cream. Who would of thought that? After a while, your hair falls out just as your life is getting complicated and you need fewer things to maintain. How about your feet and hands, an engineering marvel. More than half the human bones are in your feet and hands. Dogs, our favorite friends in the whole world, don't have that. Or your eyes that pick up atoms of light, reverse them, send them to the brain via chemicals, where they are deciphered in a milli-second.

Even in sickness the body is amazing. If you get too fat, it tells you by making that spandex look like sausage casing while somewhere in the back of your mind, as you look at the light atoms entering your brain via your eyes reflected off the mirror, you're saying to yourself "Huh, not bad but did these things shrink?"

Since the world is the way it is, I don't mind helping it out by taking it to the doctor every once in a while an getting checked out, looking for skin cancer, getting a physical, or wondering why this thing is doing that thing. The doc looks at you attentively, takes a few notes, nods their head, then in their best pirate they wink and you and softly say "Aye laddy, stand by to be boarded."

That's fine too. It makes you think thoughts that you wouldn't otherwise think of, like Aunts and birthday cakes.