Alice was Curious. Aren’t You?

Curiosity prompted Alice to try mysterious potions in Wonderland. But under what circumstances would you drink from an elixir marked “drink me”?

a. If my doctor told me to.

b. If it promises to get rid of unflattering cellulite.

c. If the label is written in pretty cursive frosting.

d. If it will turn me into Super Literary Agent who publishes whatever book I read.

e. None of the above, but . . .  (Aha! You must answer with a comment!)

If you answered a) you either have a very trustworthy doctor, or you are from the silent generation. If you answered b) you may need to seek help for being delusional, but promise you’ll let me know if I am wrong. If you answered c) you and I may be related. And if you answered d) give me a call.

A Year’s Supply, At Least

Sitting on the exam table, the paper crinkles underneath Gretchen’s legs. She inhales through her nose and tilts her head to the ceiling and tries to make the ceiling interesting while waiting for the doc. At the first twitch in her neck, she rolls her head down and starts to massage her numerous aches—first neck, then back. Any day now, lady. She glances at her white Nurse Mates watch; the second hand barely moves.

The doc breezes in through the door; she is wearing a lab coat and stethoscope and a don’t-bother-me-I’m-working look. “Gretchen, nice to see you again. I heard you’ve had a few symptoms lately? Your CBC and chemistry are all normal. Your vital signs are text book. Tell me what’s going on?” Continue reading