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Back from the big day of scans. The bone scan tech was downright *perky*, which I am taking as a good sign, along with the fact that the radiologist did not ask for further views. Also, she sent me out the door with a sympathetic "I hope your leg feels better"...which I am taking as something you would not say if you saw something indicating it would not.
Of course, now that I've typed that I am convinced I have just doomed myself with optimism. It's funny, people talk about the power of positive thinking and all that, but in my mind the superstition runs to the exact opposite. Too much hope, thinking the best of things, is a clear invitation for the universe to come kick you in the proverbial balls. I place the blame for this squarely on the fact that I am both Jewish and Italian in heritage. My people on all sides know from the evil eye.
*spits three times*
Oh, HEY, did I just discover a reason why Hugh Dillon and all his spitting are so appealing to me? I think I may have. (yes, that was a flimsy excuse to work some Hugh love into this post...it's been awhile, I don't want him to feel neglected)
Of course, now that I've typed that I am convinced I have just doomed myself with optimism. It's funny, people talk about the power of positive thinking and all that, but in my mind the superstition runs to the exact opposite. Too much hope, thinking the best of things, is a clear invitation for the universe to come kick you in the proverbial balls. I place the blame for this squarely on the fact that I am both Jewish and Italian in heritage. My people on all sides know from the evil eye.
*spits three times*
Oh, HEY, did I just discover a reason why Hugh Dillon and all his spitting are so appealing to me? I think I may have. (yes, that was a flimsy excuse to work some Hugh love into this post...it's been awhile, I don't want him to feel neglected)