Today was both a crashing
bore and a frantic chase. Turns out, Beloved Hubby’s dental surgery took place
at a cosmetic surgeon’s enclave. Rhinoplasty and botox brochures everywhere. I
got so bored and felt so inadequate in the waiting room, I actually reached for
a People magazine as a diversion –
and a dozen leaflets for dermabrasion, chin implants, and liposuction fell out.
I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
While Beloved snoozed on the
way home, my thoughts got all defensive. I know those stupid come-ons in paper
weren’t there for me specifically, but &^%#. As an aside, even the cold
pack they sent Dearest home with, and the tube-sock-with-Velcro ™ like wrap it
was housed in, bore the cosmetic surgeon’s name, the business logo, and several
phone numbers. I don’t know whether I should be impressed with his dedication
to providing patients with easily accessible information or skeeved a bit at
the implied vanity.
Anyway, he needed his
prescriptions almost immediately, so I went on a chase for those, dropping off
then picking up. Pharmacy was a never ending line to a ride that was way too
expensive and no fun at all. Then a milkshake run, doctor’s orders, to take the
swelling down. By the time I sat down with all my errands run, my shake was
melted. Still good, though !
Beloved’s still asleep, and
I hope his rest takes his pain away. Corn dogs and fries for dinner !
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