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About two days after my bone density scan, my doctor called with the results.
I had already forgotten about the test, partly because I forget why I went upstairs, or what I wanted when I went into the garage. The other part was a bit more practical.
On my way out of the scan room, I copped a glance at the digital x-ray screen. The image was a hipbone, but not just any hipbone. It was either mine, or it belonged to a strapping specimen of male Rhinoceros. I felt reassured that I would not collapse in the near future.
"The results were all normal," he quoted matter of factly.
I hope all the women in that hospital got equally encouraging results that day.
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Good news should be the only news; we'll have to have a barley-pop to celebrate!
ReplyDeleteI shall return as soon as possible!
ReplyDeleteLoved it! I was not that lucky! Good for you.
ReplyDeleteZ
Looks like the doctor picked the right bone! BR
ReplyDelete"Hip Hip" Hooray!
ReplyDeleteE
Good for you!
ReplyDeleteIt was a genetic pleasure. :)
ReplyDeleteWell, at least your bones will survive the rest of your decrepit self:>))
ReplyDeleteMitch
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ReplyDeleteYeah, my skeleton might end up in a museum, posed so as to frighten as many children as possible. You know, like a T. Rex.
I kinda like the idea.
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