Dear Google,
I wanted to thank you for always being so pessimistic. Whenever I am feeling the slightest bit of hope about my situation I know I can always count on you to give me the worst possible outcome that's headed my way.
I especially like when you tell me about runners with screws and plates in their ankle who can not run further than a 10K. Or when you discuss the pain of the screws poking runners.
You never fail to give me a solution to that problem that you already predicted I will have. It's so helpful when you tell me that getting the hardware removed won't be a problem. Just major holes in my bones and recovery all over again.
Currently you have supplied me enough information to self diagnose myself with a deadly blood clot. Not your typical muscle strain like my physical therapist, you must have it right with a fatal diagnosis. How can I thank you enough?
My friends like you too, because they can find out more about my condition. Leaving them with gruesome pictures and hopeless results.
I've always known you would tell me all of these pessimistic things which is why I resisted you since the accident. But this weekend you were just too tempting. And I was right about you before I started. You and me, we don't work well together right now.
Tomorrow at my doctors appointment I will tell my surgeon about you and your pessimism. I am sure he will reassure me that I should have never started this and I probably won't see you anymore. Problem is, you're kind of addicting so it will take some self control.
In all seriousness though, Google, thanks for letting me know how many people view and search my blog and leading them my way. It's impossible for me not to be optimistic about that . At the end of the day though, I take
majority of the credit.
Thanks again,
The Optimist
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