My friend the waffle lady just had a traumatic visit with her doctor. Lady, I am sorry, and I sympathize. I remember sitting in a doctor’s office in college, and getting a talking to because I was twenty-one, my cholesterol was over 220 (this was during the brief time I went back to eating meat) and I was rapidly piling on weight. No fun at all.
I was thinking about her post, particularly the Occam’s Razor part, and realized that this highlights a considerable cultural difference between us. Occam’s Razor may tell us to go for the most obvious cause – age and weight, – and that tells me that Occam definitely wasn’t Jewish, because Occamberg‘s Razor would tell us that the most obvious cause is always a tumor, no matter what, unless proven otherwise by the top guy in the field.
When diagnosing, doctors often use the metaphor, “when you hear hoofbeats, think horses first, not zebras.” Jews use the metaphor, “when you hear hoofbeats, it’s a massive, rapidly growing, inoperable tumor causing auditory hallucinations.”
So, I guess there is always the Jewish consolation, which is that whatever you have, it is probably easier to get rid of than a massive, rapidly growing, inoperable tumor. (Although when it comes to getting rid of weight, maybe not that much easier.) I can’t say it would make me feel all that much better, but at least you’ll be around to talk about it, even if you are a little sleepy. 
And I am glad about that.
Zzzzzz….
xoxo