This morning I headed off to the podiatrist, so that's out of the way for another seven weeks.
This afternoon's visit to the surgeon is a bit more ominous. Except for removal of cataracts, I just don't have the word, "surgery" in my vocabulary. The one good thing is that this man has a wonderful bedside manner, everyone agrees. Thirty-five years ago he attended to my mother. He repaired Mr. Bob's hernia two years ago and more recently installed the port through which he receives his chemo. Too, he's operated on our friend, Roger, more than once.
Following the hernia procedure, when Dr. A. came out to give a progress report, he directed his remarks to Diane until I meekly said, "I think I'm the one you should be telling this to". The only time I've been his patient was to see if my condition was lymphedema and that's when he recommended a diet of "If it tastes good, spit it out." Last time I passed him in the hospital hall he observed that I'd not been spitting enough.
So I'm off to see him later today and I suppose there'll be one more medical report here before all's said and done.
From there, I'll attempt to give you a more varied range of subjects. I don't want you to cease reading Manorisms just because of what we refer to as unending AARP talk. If you're over 50 you'll know to what I refer. If you're under, you'll find out soon enough.
Cross your fingers. Say your prayers.
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