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The Untold Story
Basically, Part II
My Last Medical Procedure
You remember that one? The one I had to walk across the street, to go to another MRI medical building? Well, welcome to Part II, the Untold Story.
I want to apologize early for this article. You really need to read my last article, to know what is going on in this story: Of Course, it could Only Happen To Me, Why not.
My Wife Drives me to the Doctor
My wife drove me to the Doctor that day. We waited inside the lobby, until the receptionist called my name. We had a short consult with the Doctor’s nurse. The one thing which the Nurse said, that pleased my wife was, “Mrs. Newman, you do not have to stay for the procedure. If you want to go get some coffee, feel free to leave, and do so.”
That was absolutely the worst piece of advice anyone could have given to my wife. The only person who loves to drive more than me, is her.
Fast forward to I had to walk across the street
As I walked past the receptionist, to walk across the street to the next MRI, she told me, Mr. Newman your wife said she had an appointment. She will be back soon. Appointment? My wife did not tell me about an appointment. Then again, she seldom tells me…