Good news satellites

Yesterday was another in the on-going doctor days. Check this, scope that, hurry up and wait. My favorite so far has been: oh, this hasn't changed in ten years, but now it's time to really take a look at it, so you need a needle biopsy - see a surgeon. I saw the surgeon. He said, "I have no idea why you're here. There's no indication we need to do anything."

Well of course that's just what I wanted to hear him say. Ergo - an excellent, gifted doctor.

Later in the afternoon I saw the gastroenterologist, who forgot that I first came to him because I need to have a colonoscopy this year, no question about that. He started me off with an upper endoscopy because Mom died of gastric cancer (though her endoscopy at the time was completely normal). He was happy to tell me I didn't have cancer, which I wasn't even thinking about, but I also know from Mom's experience that he can't in utter confidence tell me that. It was as though I was seeing this doctor for the first time. He asked me if I'd ever had any cancer and I couldn't help but look at him as though there were lobsters crawling out of his ears.

I think he just likes to hear himself talk. He lectured me on the importance of "radically changing" my diet, though he knows nothing about my diet and never asked. After a while conversing with him was pointless. I had already turned him off and he'd never tuned into me in the first place. Oh well. I'll imagine he's a skilled technician when I go, in a few weeks, for my colonoscopy.

I was anxious to get out of his office because I wanted to see the Space Station fly-over which was supposed to be visible just before 5, when the sky was still quite light. It's a short drive home from the doctor's office, and I caught hobbitt in the driveway moving things to the remote garage, just in time to catch a wonderful view of an amazingly bright object in an otherwise bright, later-afternoon sky. Another score for no-money fun!