I hate going to the doctor. Why? Because I put it off and put it off and when I finally go, I get the lecture about how I should have come in sooner. Why didn't I come in sooner? See above...
I can't see the purpose until limbs start falling off and the duct tape is just not holding anymore. I have to get to the point where my body finally says, "Yeah, you are done. Dropping in 3...2...1... *thud*
That is my body's way of telling me that I need help. That is also Hermes' way of telling me that I need help. You know, "I will show you the way to this place so I don't have to show you the way to the other place..." He is the Trickster also, a god good at putting others in their place and reminding others of where their place is... Listen to Him now and stay on this side of the Elysian Fields, or ignore him and He will personally escort you home.
So, now, we wait. Ironic, really. They help guide me to finally going to the Doctor, where I have to wait for my results, but none of them are really known for their patience. Thanks, guys.
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