Well, I am probably not going to be in the clinical trial. I am bummed. (I coulda been a Spartacus, instead of bummed, which is what I am.) It seems I am too well. I haven't heard the official "No thank you," but it doesn't look good. Pout.
I realize I should be happy I haven't been ill enough this past year, and I am glad, but I decided to give myself one night of pouting. I took to my bed and called up the Discovery Health channel. There it was, Mystery Diagnosis. I of course would have preferred Born Without a Face or Life With No Limbs or Who Needs Skin, but, hey, you work with what they give you.
There was this woman on Mystery Diagnosis who was just plodding from doctor to doctor. They all dismissed her, and I could have laid down cash that she had MS. But, even better! She had my old friend Myasthenia Gravis. Just like my brother!
(This is a family joke. My brother doesn't have Myasthenia Gravis. However, when we were young we watched something on public television about it. The next day, little 10 year old David told my mother she needed to get him to the hospital right now because he was sure he had Myasthenia Gravis. My parents disagreed. I think it was the way he kicked the ground vigorously while screaming that he had a muscular disease. For quite a few years, every time my parents noticed Dave had a lump or a hangnail, they would intone "or....is it....Myasthenia Gravis?")
So, not only am I well, I do not have Myasthenia Gravis. So the Discovery Channel again fulfills its mission in shifting our perspective.