Stone-less follow-up

Greetings citizens. Filing this blog from the surgeon’s office. I’m a bit more patient about my visit than my last appointment. Which is not what I would say about the older couple sitting next to me. They were already waiting as I arrived. After two appointments headed in to see the doctor. The woman rose to her feet, headed to the window and began to study the appointment arrival list. She was asked for her name by the receptionist for which she was thanked. She sat and out loud expressed to her husband that she wondered why those two had been seen before them. Then made a statement, loud enough for everyone including the receptionist to hear that, “We arrived before them”. From that point she sighed heavily and checked her watch every three minutes. I wasn’t in pain during my last appointment, but eager to get get my diagnosis, my wait felt like an eternity. I felt for those two. But mostly I felt for him, who had to listen to her sighs, moans and snipes. More than likely for the rest of the day.

I really hope they see me first. No, no, I’m kidding. But I might offer them my spot. These days I gladly linger anywhere they have internet connections.

A brief meeting. Acknowledgment of severe case of stones (worthy of removal), a little poking around the belly, removal of the remaining surgical tapes, handshakes, done. “No offense doc, I hope I don’t see you again.”