Doctor Appointments and Spilling the Beans

My neurologist appointment went well today – for me, not for him. He couldn’t find anything wrong with me. He is sending me a MRI in a couple of weeks – then, maybe he will get lucky.

He is a tall very positive guy that has a accent. I told my cardiologist I thought he was Australian. The cardiologist said he thought he was South African.

He came bounding in the room with a big smile. He noticed the book I put down when he came in was “Tommyknockers” by Stephen King. He asked me how did I like it. I told him I liked it but at times I would lose track and have to go back to see where I fell off the page. He asked me did I get to the part where the lady finds a space ship buried partly in the earth – I said, yes (that is near the beginning). Then he asked me another part and I said yes. Then he said asked me did I get to another part and I said, “No.”

Then the good doctor quickly summed up everything all the way to the end on what will happen in the book.

So much for the pleasure of reading a Stephen King book with a surprise around every corner.

Anna had two appointments. Her appointments went well. Her two doctors did not tell her how her book she is reading is going to end.