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The Signs of the Four
I am not a superstitious person. Broken mirrors, black cats crossing in front of me, or walking under ladders do not bother me. However, I do take notice when certain signs appear and reappear. Because of this, I think I will reread The Sign of Four. The signs of four started appearing around me last week and have continued through today. Everywhere I have turned for the past week, fours have appeared. Enough to make any Sherlockian worth his or her weight sit up and take notice.
Last week, my kidney stone caused me a great amount of pain once again. Hindsight is 20/20 as they say because looking back the worst of my pain was in the early morning from 1:30 until 5:30, or roughly four hours. The next morning I searched the internet for the closest Urologist on my PPO and their office phone number ended in 4444. When I made the appointment, I was told their office was at the local hospital in building IV on the forth floor. When I arrived, there were four people in the waiting room and then they called my name and placed me in Exam Room 4. I had a CT scan prior to my appointment and I had brought it along for my Urologist to review. The scan revealed a 4 mm kidney stone just above my bladder. This was the culprit causing me so much pain.
My urologist gave me some medication to relieve the pain, some more medicine to dilate my ureters, and a strainer to urinate into in hopes of finding out that I had passed the stone. Once you have kidney stones, you will cease to have any embarrassment when it comes to bodily functions. This I can attest to first handedly.
Today, I boarded an airplane, heading to San Luis Obispo, California. My flight number was 1303 out of gat C-26 at the DFW international Airport. None of the number involved had anything to do with the number four until I landed in Los Angeles and went to my connecting gate, 44-C, at American Eagle terminal. We arrived in San Luis Obispo at Gate 4. My National Rental Car was in space number four. It was at this point that I thought it was getting a little to strange, even for a Sherlockian, not to start wondering what was going on around here.
When I got in and started my rental car, the odometer read 1887 and I remembered the person at the counter was named Murray, so naturally I began to wonder, did I just leave The Sign of Four and enter A Study in Scarlet? I decided this was not happening since these were to only two STUD instances. I just know that tomorrow, I am heading to closet book store so I can buy a copy of The Sign of Four and not tempt fate any longer, even though I am not superstitious.
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