I wonder why my brain always works in movie lines, song lyrics, or old Borscht Belt jokes. But it does.
Yesterday I had scheduled my telehealth visit with the affable Dr. Shah, the GI who did my colonoscopy 15 days before. The appointment was set for 330, and the patient portal isn't user friendly, so I called. I was told he'd call around 4. At 430, I was hungry, and so ordered Carrot Express to be delivered. It arrived by 5, I ate my favorite, the Legal Wrap, and I finally got the text that Doc was ready for me at 515.
He thanked me for the Scotch I sent him -- Johnny Walker Blue. I appreciate when a fellow has to go where few men have gone before -- and I figured the premium alcohol was an appropriate gift. He said he had been enjoying it with his wife, who is a Cuban psychiatrist specializing in sleep disorders. I told him I need to see her, too.
Anyway, he told me he removed 4 small polyps, 3 of which were classic benign types, and the 4th, the tiniest, indeed was considered pre-cancerous. He said the past protocol was a follow up scope in 3 years, but since he had removed the whole thing, and the protocols had loosened -- I could see him again in 5 years.
Wow, I said -- will you guarantee I will be living at 68? He laughed and assured me I would be. That alone was worth the price of the delivered Johnnie Walker Blue!
Wifey was up with the Ds -- first pilates with D2 taught in D2's house by a friend, and then off to spend time with Little Man, who we now call the world's most interesting man. After school there was Reading Club, and then golf at Miami Shores CC. He got home and was still a bundle of energy -- his much more chill brother was already winding down from HIS long toddler day of pre school and play.
Wifey came into the house dog tired, reminding me how some kids are "background children," but not our grandson. We then gave the classic Yiddish prayer against the evil eye that comes from believing you are too lucky -- though we are.
I also completed the booking for our trip to D.C. in March, for the Big, Fat, Media Wedding. Joey started the process -- booking for himself, D1, the nanny Lizeth, and the boys. They chose Row 9. I then booked for Wifey and me -- choosing Row 10. Jonathan then booked for himself and D2 -- choosing Row 20. Ha. He knows now is the time to enjoy flights without tumult. Someday...
We're MOST looking forward to it -- hopefully the cherry trees will be in blossom. We'll probably take the boys to the Air and Space Museum, and maybe Natural History to see the dinosaurs.
Wifey and I took the Ds when they were 3 and 6 -- and we got a tour of the White House thanks to the one Republican I ever supported, Ileana Ros-Lehtinen. If the Woman of Color wins, the Ds' friend Shelley can probably score us some VIP passes. If not -- eh -- we'll see the White House another trip.
And speaking of weddings, another grows nigh -- our dear family friend Amanda's, in LA. We're off a week from Friday for 2 nights in the City of Lost Angels. Betsy will be bunking with her dog friend Bodhi and his parents, and the Special Needs Spaniel will be in the tumult of D1's house --keeping company with his fellow Cavalier, Lemon.
Bo mostly sleeps -- he'll sort of be like another stuffed animal there.
And this Saturday -- fun Canes game a-coming. FSU, historically bad, is visiting Joe Robbie. My dear friend Kenny is coming home from a long Maine Summer on Friday, and he is my date Saturday. Some big tailgates are planned -- and a fun night awaits us.
Hey -- Dr. Shah gave me at least another 5 years -- time to get on with living!
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