I had a hundred bladder stones, the doctor said. He took ’em all out… via the tiniest hole in the male body. I came out of the anesthetic feeling like a car had hit me.
And then there was a lot of diddle about the wrong pharmacy to keep us from going directly home this afternoon.
No, I can’t keep track of all the medical interventions that have been proposed for me. I can listen for maybe 20 seconds before it all turns into babble and mush. Sorry, but I can’t help it, I’ve always been this way. Among my very first words were “Go away!” That was my response to the family doctor. Back then they still had family doctors.
Let’s see if I can salvage this last half-hour of the day.