In The Buckle

More than a month ago I got an eye twitch – you know, one of those little annoying jumpy muscle things.  Then it spread to all the muscles around my eye.  Then it spread to the other eye.

Now, the interwebs is not the best place to seek a diagnosis.  But it is cheap and I like that very much about it.  So I sought.  And I found.  According to various websites, my twitchiness could be stress induced or a tumor.  I’m not stressed – well, or I wasn’t until I learned I might have a tumor – so I don’t think that’s it.  And I’d rather not know if I have a tumor so my plan of action has been to wait this thing out.

My wife, on the other hand, apparently loves me, and would like me to live a long and twitch-free life, so she called a doctor’s office and asked if I needed to see an opthamologist or an oncologist.  The lady on the other end of the phone talked to a doctor and told Becky we should start with an opthamologist.

“Really?” Becky said, “Does the doctor have an idea of what this might be then?”

“No,” she said, “he just says to start with the opthamologist and then they’ll refer him to someone else if he needs it.”

“Really? Because we just jumped straight to brain tumor,” Becky confessed.

“Rebuke it, don’t claim it!” the lady, a complete stranger, blurted.

Yessir, folks, we live in the buckle of the Bible Belt – a place where even making a doctor’s appointment can lead to spiritual correction.

Where are you on the globe?  How likely are you to get spiritually spanked by a doctor’s office receptionist?