The blank page. Sometimes it beckons you all sexy like a boozy lover and sometimes it taunts you like a high school bully. Most of the time I know what I want to write about. I know because I walk through my normal life and something gets “highlighted” in my brain. On Tuesday, it was the trip to the doctor’s office. I knew I’d write about it on Wednesday the minute I saw the picture of Jesus at the shoulder of the surgeons during surgery. The minute I saw that picture, I knew this visit was what I wanted to express. From that moment on, the check-up took on two dimensions – the actual experience and what I wanted to say or point out…