I have Neptune conjunct my midheaven and various other sundries. There is always fog around who I am. It makes me hard to diagnose on every level.
I’ve written about this a lot over the years. This will be a lighter treatment then what’s usual for me on this topic. I’ll link some of the other content below. You can also click the tag.
This surgeon I saw yesterday; the one who is going to save me? He’s a specialist when it comes to spine deformities. That sounds grotesque, especially to Libra. But if you saw me, you would think I am someone with a “deformed spine”. This is part of the problem!
In regards to my Capricorn skeleton, I have seen nine different neuro or orthopedic surgeons. Every single one of them has been interesting. Two of the orthopedic surgeons were also mechanical engineers (that I know of). You know they’re brilliant. Brilliant people are often quirky. My new doctor is no exception.
It’s pretty easy to get to know him because while is office is large, his voice is even louder. Or the walls are thin, or it’s both. For whatever reason, you can hear absolutely everything he says to everyone. I’m talking about his conversations with other patients and/or his staff. It’s all very interesting, I have to way. It’s way better than reading the People magazines they have lying around. Think about it…
Because of his booming voice, I know what kind of manager he is. I know what kind of boss he is. He’s a good boss.
I know what he thinks is funny. I know he has very particular habits and I know his staff likes him a lot. They want to work with him, for sure.
I also know he chats with his patients, at length at times. He is particularly nice to old people. Really nice. If you’re 89 years old and you want go see him with your lumbago and talk to him about your method of making blackberry jam, he’s into it. He wants to know something about you.
I figured this out on my second visit. He tags people. “Oh, you’re the golfers,” he says, when a couple mentions the sport. “Get that jam lady, set up,” he’ll say. And that’s it. He knows who he’s dealing with.
It’s pretty funny. It’s pretty cool. Hell! The man works in three different cities. He drives a long way and in fact, I met him one the day we had a tornado. “That’s for coming to work,” I said. It took him four hours to get to the office.
So I have an identity too and of course, it’s utterly incorrect. He believes I am some sort of geek. It’s my fault. I said I worked on a computer because “astrology”, around here, might be seen as satanic. I really don’t want a surgical team thinking they are operating on a voodoo goddess / old lady. So I am classified as a nerd and I pretend it’s true. But now he’s adding to my profile.
He thought I was ten years younger than I was. When I told him my age, he did not believe me but now he does. And he can see my spine so now I have become a sort of crippled nerd who hops around and bounces. Seriously, he look at me like I am Tigger and he wants it to stop.
I asked him if I could garden; he asked me if I was going to pull a week or sling fifty-pound bags of mulch. I stared.
“You can garden but you have to do like you’re old. You know. Old?!”
I laughed because I’m not old. I was also not the one who though I was young. (Confusion, intended).
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