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Where Is Dave Barry When We Need Him?You know how my buddy Dave Barry is always saying, “Hey! That would make a great name for a rock group!” He, of course, with a group of his author friends like Stephen King and Amy Tan, is a musician with a band called “The Rock Bottom Remainders,” an excellent name for a rock group if I’ve ever heard one. When I found out I had a brain tumor (years ago), I sent him a note. He didn’t answer me that time (although I do have a handwritten postcard from him framed on my desk), but I still think the name of my particular tumor made a humdinger of a fantastic name for an up and coming band: “The Acoustic Neuromas.” In fact, I tend to have exotic diseases and illnesses with the kind of names that lend themselves well to nearly all branches of pop culture. Right now, I’m proud to say I’ve evidently got me a strong case of Trigeminal Neuralgia. If “Spinal Tap” can make it, don’t you think my disorder can? Then there’s Doug, the poor dear. He actually believed—-hoped, perhaps—that he had at least a strained rotator cuff. It sure did seem like he might, from the symptoms he described. So he went to the doctor today with, I just have to be honest here, delusions of grandeur. “What would Dave say about ‘The Rotator Cuffs?’” he asked before the doctor called him in. “Do you think I’ve got a chance?” “Possible,” I said, “but don’t set your expectations too high.” The doctor examined him and delivered the terrible news. “Your rotator cuff is perfectly fine. What I believe you have is…well…” The man looked at his shoes, those crazy plastic ones medical people wear. He seemed nervous, embarrassed even. “What, doctor? We can handle it,” I said, “You can tell us.” He looked up, with true sympathy in his eyes. “Um…you’ve got bursitis.” Do they even still MAKE bursitis? I laughed till I cried, thinking what a truly horrible name “Bursitis” would make for a rock group. And then it hit me. I remembered all too well what happens next with geezers who come down with bursitis. “What?” Doug asked, his hopes all but dashed. “Pleurisy.” My stuff’s bad, but at least it has star appeal.
Posted by Katy on 05/19/08 at 11:47 PM
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