WADJA SAY???

It all started off by a five minute medical report on Fox News. Big mistake! I told you I never watch the news. But as I was flipping the channel there I was just in time to watch a story about a man who had cancer of the nose and died!!!!!!!!!! CANCER OF THE NOSE?

And when did I see this, you may well ask. As I was suffering, yet once again, from a head cold that went into sinus problems and irritated the polyps in my nose.

Don't ask how I made my friends crazy. So crazy that I went to my doctor. Now, my good doctor loves it when I show up in his clinic. No, not because I am sick, but because I think I'm his only comic relief of the day.

He did try not to smile when I told him my sad tale of the poor man and his nose. He did. And sent me to my ear nose and throat guy. He too tried not to smile and sent me for a cat scan 'Not because I think you have cancer of the nose, tfu tfu tfu, but I know that you won't sleep until you see that you are all right.'

Smart man. Of course, we will not talk about the two weeks I had to wait...oh they had earlier appointments, but I needed a day and date that was right for me...don't go there. Then I had to wait a week for the results. Then my doctor was on vacation for three weeks...of course he was.
So, I went back to my G.P. and he said that I have chronic sinusitis and me and my nose will just have to grow old together.

After three weeks, I went back to the ear nose and throat guy and while I was there I said that I think my hearing isn't so hotsy totsy. He said, 'Of course not. You have chronic sinusitis in five places and polyps, but go do a hearing test."

OK. Today was the hearing test. Picture this. There we all were in the out patient clinic of Bikur Cholim Hospital. A hearing test. Remember? So where is this test being held? Right off the main reception room of the clinic. All morning long people were coming in and walking out shouting to the lady behind the desk.

I was sixth in line. There was a nice lady with a little girl. They had a running conversation going so that the little girl wouldn't be too bored. An elderly couple who made me look young. A lady about my age with a diamond ring we would all love to own. An arab couple with their three children, one of which kept running out the door and screaming.

A hearing test, remember.

Every once in a long while, the tester would come out and call out the name of the next person. Now you would think that since we were all suffering some form of hearing loss that she would be in the quietest part of the clinic and not in the middle of Grand Central Station, right? Wrong! And, you would think she would have a nice little microphone so that all the hearing impared could hear their name being called, right? Wrong again.

Whispering a name, we all turned to one another and said, "Wadshesay?" Sigh.

Finally, I moved right next to the door. When she called my name I was right there. Yahooooo, I can hear! I thought and smiled at my neighbours.

Well, dear ones. I am happy to tell you that my hearing is great. Nu, not as great as when I was twenty-three, but for my age it is wonderful. No, I don't need a hearing aid. No, I am not losing my hearing. It is simply just a little less than it was. Yahooooooooooooo.

The moral of this story is...never listen to the news, it can get you into terrible trouble.

Have a great day...stay safe...and thanks for dropping in.