CONSIDER YOURSELF A NERD

Today's visit to Methodist
Dr. Haag still has the Beatles hair. Also, he's left-handed. He's also still all touchy-feely; after the actual exam (abdominal palpations, etc.--what, making sure I have room for a third kidney? Dr. Denman already confirmed that I still have ovaries the other day) my only question was "What is that?" directed at the arcane-looking equipment (with labels about cold light and do not use around ether) sitting on a cart. He said it was to be used with sigmoidoscopy stuff, and provided light and suction and stuff, and really was 50 years old like it looked. He wasn't sure why it was sitting there as if it were ready to be used--he said all the surgery is now done in the hospital proper (he's the guy who'll be doing my surgery when I finally get a kidney). Then he patted my knee and we went out to the front and he kind of clapped me on the back. Dude. Quit it. I'm not real neurotic about being touched--all my time spent in hospital and various half-undressed doctor appointments will do that--but seriously, there's no reason for you to be touching me know. I don't know you--I've seen you twice in five years.

Did all the rest of the usual testing (blood test, pee test, EKG, chest X-rays) and was done by noon, which is early, but usually I've got a second appointment with a specialist in the afternoon and the morning appointment isn't as crack-of-dawn as it was today. So I hit Au Bon Pain at the lunch rush (it's located in a little restaurant strip mall RIGHT NEXT TO IU and its hospital, which means the place is flooded with med students and hospital staff and is insane--there's always a million cruisers there but they sure ain't doing anything about illegal parking) and got my stuff to go and got the hell out of there. They didn't put the fresh mozzarella on my sandwich, which made me sad.

I got cell phone photos of all three cats sleeping on the couch at once. Awwww.

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Current Music: Out of Pawn--Tim Curry