But I can’t ask her about it…
What I normally do when I have a question about medicine, or health, or organic chemistry for that matter, is call my younger sister. She’s a veterinarian and a maniac for knowing anything medical, the more obscure and subtle, the better. She’ll stay up long hours on the phone with me, answering all my questions, teaching me whatever I want to know. She’s got a gift for teaching the complicated subtle stuff, and for seeing the connections between an odd constellation of symptoms and the cause. I’m sure what’s going on with me is a crisis, despite the fact that the doctors are mostly unimpressed. You know the docs, I mentioned them… the “You’re not dying. Go home” docs. What I should do is just pick up the phone and call my veterinary sis. I should tell her about my symptoms and ask her what she thinks the problem is. Especially since…