Mens Sana in Corpore Sano*


Wherein Our Heroine Gives a Health Update.
Well, obviously, I'm not going to die of an ulcer. What is this "World Series" you speak of? Don't you know that snatching the Pennant from rabid, slavering Yankee jaws is enough?

I also found out yesterday that my thyroid is still working. Yes, I'm 35. Yes, that's a bit young to start worrying about it for most people. And yes, I have been getting it checked more or less annually since I was 30. You would too, if your family tree's branches were as full of failed thyroids as mine are. Those who ignore their families' failed thyroids are doomed to repeat them, and who am I to mess with heredity?

Yes, I'm very, very tired (but not because of my thyroid!). But I am up because I have things to do this morning - for instance, get my foot X-rayed. Why? Because the night before I had my marathon Yoga weekend with John Friend, I slammed my foot into the leg of the bed (by accident - this wasn't a rage thing). My two littlest toes curled up on impact and my metatarsals got a right good whacking. And it still hurts. Yes, that was a month ago. And yes, I've been almost-successfully ignoring it since then (and walking on it and doing Yoga on it). But the combined worry of my family on the Indiana wedding weekend and my ever-worrying spouse has driven me to seek medical advice.

So party down with your lead apron, X-ray technician! Our Heroine is coming with her wonky foot!


*Yeah - the mens is not so sana. But hoping for the corpore sano bit...

Update: Metatarsals are intact. It's just taking a while to heal.
Posted: Thursday - October 21, 2004 at 07:48 AM         | |

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