My brain is tired today and that means it has been wandering more than normal, which is the inverse of what happens to my body when it is tired. Anyway one of the thoughts that my brain tumbled to is this: the more -ologists in your life at any given time, the worse off you are. For instance:
- If you are seeing any medical -ologist you are probably feeling either physically or emotionally threatened. Who wants to start their day getting ready to see an oncologist, endocrinologist, cardiologist, psychologist, etc. ?
- If you work with an -ologist of any stripe you’re most likely a miserable SOB. Who wants to be surrounded by apologists (Democrats), numerologists (Republicans), sociologists (we’re all screwed and here’s why), pathologists (I see dead people), climatologists (the sky is falling!) or theologians (a form of -ologist, but with a holier-than-thou bent)?
- Exception that proves the rule: Sexologist.
Thankfully my life is barren of -ologists right now and I’m knocking on wood as I write this in hopes of keeping it that way.
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Amen, brother. My endocrinologist is now chewing on me about my cholesterol after working on my diabetes. I can imagine what it must be like to actually be sick.
That’s what I’m afraid of myself. I’d rather be blissfully ignorant of my maladies, whether they be real or perceived. I avoid the doctor like the plague.
Seriously, I would not advise it. Throw in my treatments for periodontal disease and I am ever going to the doctor. But, the Wife is happy and I may live to be 150, if I can just afford it.