October 25, 2005
Knowledge
This is for sure the age of specialization. I had a problematic ankle a while back, so I told my doc who said see an orthopaedist. So I called one for an appointment. The person on the other end of the phone asked, Which ankle?
Waltzing down our driveway from h___ with an overload of recyclables the other day, the bin forgot its place, started leading, and over we both went. I banged up my right arm and right rib cage and left some skin. So I told my doc, and he said get an x-ray. I got the radiology bill in yesterday’s mail. One radiologist for the arm, another one for the ribs.
Reminds me of the specialist who said she’d learned more and more about less and less until she finally knew all there was to know about nothing. Next thing, it’ll be the gerontologist who’ll probably ask which decade.
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