We finally got back from the VA, and the news is good! The Contrarian is in possession of something that does resemble a brain. The MRI showed nothing abnormal, although I might suggest that we may define that term a bit differently. I might at least.
I made him replace the top of his head by the way before we left the hospital. The green of his complexion isn’t quite so noticeable with the top of his crown intact.
The reason for the MRI? The Contrarian suffers and has for a number of years with some difficulty with balance. The doctors have determined that he is something of a strange case, which I of course, could have told them over the phone and saved the entire trip. They don’t know what it is, but obviously it’s not something to be concerned about. It will either be treatable, if they can figure out a cause, or not, in which case he will live with it.
So, it’s going on 4 pm and we just got home about 45 minutes ago, thus I have nothing much to post but this update that nobody is interested in except me, and perhaps some weirdo who is mildly demented.
I really think that the reason for the balance issue is connected to the extraordinary amount of worthless information he keeps tucked into his skull. No doubt all that flotsam is re-routed to one side rear compartment, and it pulls him to the right or left, thus off balance.
Let me give you an example. For years, as part of reading the daily paper, he read the column on playing bridge. Number of times the Contrarian has ever played bridge? Zero. Number of times he’s inquired about finding a bridge game or other folks whom he might play with? Zero.
This is but one example, I could give you hundreds. Remember not long ago he was fascinated to learn how to make a wood steaming machine. Any plans to build anything, anything at all that might require bent wood? NO! Zero.
So I figure that that is the problem. The sad thing is that now that we know he still has, always had? a brain, he still refuses to put it to good use. He’s setting up a small telescope now, for what? Look at the moon? Examine the stars? Search for Saturn in the night sky? Oh no, he’s using it the better to see the corn sprout in the garden a full 200 feet away.
This man can spend hours creating ideas to save three steps in making popcorn. I mean three steps as in feet moved, not three steps as in putting the oil in the pan, measuring the corn, etc. He tries to “set up” for popcorn as soon as I will let him, like right after dinner? His coffee “chores” consist of emptying grounds, grinding some more, filling up the well with water and replacing a carafe on the burner. This is no more a chore than making the bed, but to hear him tell it, it’s a half-day commitment of slave labor.
Well, that’s our day, and I’ll leave you with a word or two of wisdom, not from me, but from GMA. A lady said this and I thought, my isn’t that sweet!
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is mystery, and that’s why they call today a gift. It’s the present.
Well, I didn’t have the MRI, so maybe I’m a bit of gray matter short. But you know that at least one of us has a head full of it, if the quality may be somewhat lacking.