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Normal is in the eye of the beholder. ~ Whoopi Goldberg

Yesterday I learned my lab work came back normal / negative.  One of my friends on Facebook posted how nice it is to be normal sometimes.  I had to laugh, because using the word normal to describe me is such an oxymoron.  If  a tiny percentage of people are likely to be the exception to the rule, I can almost guarantee I’m that one in 1,000.  It’s become something I expect — the norm, so to speak.  So to hear that I’m actually “normal” is a pleasant surprise, and a relief.  Of course, that doesn’t tell me what’s going on with my health, but at least it rules out some of the biggies.  As for the diagnostic test results, I’m trying to be patient, but I think I was passed up when that particular virtue was handed out.  So I keep reminding myself that the findings will be the same no matter when I receive the call.  And until I hear otherwise, I’m going to enjoy this brief reprieve of normality.

Are you normal, or more like an exception to the rule?