Lately, I’ve tried to be more positive. Everyone complains how negative I am, so it was time to show them otherwise. But change is hard.
When I got my pre-op tests done, I learned for the first time my blood type. When you deal with medical issues, you become ruthlessly self-centered. Truly, the only thing you talk about are test results, the various possible outcomes of this procedure or that doctor visit; you display to whomever will listen, your vast encyclopedic knowledge around those conditions that concern you. So it happened that I was discussing my pre-op tests with Judy. I can’t remember how we got on the topic; I’m sure I started it. The conversation probably had begun with a back and forth about the weather before suddenly lurching to me and my medical problems.
“I can’t believe how cold it is today,” Judy might have said.
“I know, how could summer be already over?”
“Don’t we at least get an autumn?”
“When was the last time we had a fall? Hey, so I finally found out what my blood type is.”
“Oh, yeah? So what is it?”
Judy laughed viciously.
“What’s so funny?”
“B positive? Are you sure they didn’t make a mistake?”
“What do you mean?”
“Shouldn’t it be B negative?”
“Oh. Very funny.”
Judy laughed some more.
“B positive! That’s hilarious.”
So my blood type is B positive. It’s not B negative. Armed with that, with that little shove that the universe sometimes kicks out (though it’s really just a funny coincidence, which itself says something about the universe), I thought it might be time to change.
I’ve decided to live up to my blood type.