The sky was gray, but the optimistic birds were singing. Last week it was seventy and sunny. Supposedly not a lot of snow was to fall. Boots gloves hats and shovels had all been defiantly put away. We were in Spring mode, and unprepared to be dumped on again. I refuse to shovel any more this year. It’s spring, why should I have to?
“It’s definitely not a ganglion cyst.” That was the word from the doctor who we drove through this blizzard to see. She poked at the alien that my daughter had been harvesting on her wrist, and the new baby bump the alien was growing. These two bumps, we call them Lucy and little Ricky, were about to qualify for a zip code, so we thought they merited a co-pay.
Two days later, today, after having been referred to an orthopedic surgeon, we take Lucy and little Ricky on another field trip. The painfully slow moving car in front of us has been testing my patience for blocks, but I’m turning left soon. This too shall pass, but I shall not pass because it’s a single lane. Then, the left turn signal of that car in front of us starts blinking. This patience test will be prolonged.
Eventually, we get to the orthopedic’s office, fill out the pages and pages of new patient forms, only to hear her say, “It’s definitely a ganglion cyst.” If two doctors can’t agree on a fluid filled bump on a wrist, and the weather people can’t predict a blizzard even after it’s started, is there any hope for humanity?
Lucy and little Ricky have now left the building, my daughters wrist is on the mend, and the snow is trying to melt. The birds are optimistic.
The Daily Post, March 25, 2015, Daily Prompt: Head to “Blogs I Follow” in the Reader. Scroll down to the third post in the list. Take the third sentence in the post, and work it into your own. Sentence taken from *Serendipity- Ode to Spring<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/third-from-the-top/”>Third From the Top</a><a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/third-from-the-top/”>Third From the Top</a>