Old Labs

You might well ask what old Labs have in common with me and why they are showing up on this blog.

A hint ... it has only a little to do with either medical labs or with Chelsea the old and lumpy Lab I sometimes care for.  However; I do seem to be going to the dogs at an accelerated rate lately.

My son laughed when I told him about my lumpiness and said I was aging like an old dog.

My doctor, on the other hand, was not amused.  She is sending me to an eye surgeon to have the lump on my eyelid excised and biopsied, and I have to have my skull x-rayed Monday because she thinks I fractured it when I fell.  There is not a lot that an x-ray can tell as far as I can understand beyond whether it was indeed fractured, but she says it may indicate the need for more poking about with an MRI or CTScan to see if the brain itself was damaged.

She asked whether I had noticed any drop in intelligence and I laughed and said, "No, but then I live alone with a dog, so who would tell me?"