Didn’t find my head / No encontró mi cabeza

La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.

The procedure went fine yesterday, although my appointment was at 1 and I didn’t get “seen” until 2:30. Of course, I arrived 45 minutes early. So, by 2:30 I was hungry, thirsty, and dizzier than usual. I’ll have results within a couple of weeks but expect to be told that I am in fact a perfect asshole. No doctor has ever found my head up there, despite what my father always said.

I’m still hungry and am trying hard to not gorge myself. This morning, San Geraldo and I walked to our nearby private clinic to get our flu shots. We could wait for public health to offer the shot along with the second Covid booster, both for free. But the flu vaccine is so cheap as is the administration of it that we like to get it done as early as we can. We first buy the vaccine at the pharmacy and then go around the corner to the clinic.

The first three images were taken at the clinic this morning. The top image seemed especially appropriate given my experience yesterday. I’m still a bit off after the anesthesia. I was told to give it 24 hours before trying to do the usual. Like driving, working out, or operating heavy equipment — or even making legal decisions. After a late breakfast, I went back to bed until lunch — with San Geraldo who is also exhausted from the day, including getting up at the crack of dawn with me. I’m feeling like I might need some more bed time. I’ve got a walk planned before our evening FaceTime chat with Judyshannon, who we hope will be visiting in November.


El procedimiento salió bien ayer, aunque mi cita fue a la 1 y no me “vistieron” hasta las 2:30. Por supuesto, llegué 45 minutos antes. Entonces, a las 2:30 tenía hambre, sed y estaba más mareado que de costumbre. Tendré resultados dentro de un par de semanas, pero espero que me digan que, de hecho, soy un idiota perfecto. Ningún médico ha encontrado nunca mi cabeza allí arriba, a pesar de lo que siempre decía mi padre.

Todavía tengo hambre y estoy tratando de no atiborrarme. Esta mañana, San Geraldo y yo caminamos a nuestra clínica privada cercana para vacunarnos contra la gripe. Podríamos esperar a que la salud pública ofrezca la inyección junto con el segundo refuerzo de Covid, ambos gratis. Pero la vacuna contra la gripe es tan barata como su administración que nos gusta hacerlo lo antes posible. Primero compramos la vacuna en la farmacia y luego vamos a la vuelta de la esquina a la clínica.

Las tres primeras imágenes fueron tomadas en la clínica esta mañana. La imagen superior me pareció especialmente apropiada dada mi experiencia de ayer. Todavía estoy un poco apagado después de la anestesia. Me dijeron que le diera 24 horas antes de intentar hacer lo habitual. Como conducir, hacer ejercicio u operar maquinaria pesada, o incluso tomar decisiones legales. Después de un desayuno tardío, volví a la cama hasta el almuerzo, con San Geraldo, que también está exhausto por el día de ayer, incluso por haberse levantado al amanecer conmigo. Siento que podría necesitar más tiempo para dormir. Tengo planeado un pequeño paseo antes de nuestra charla vespertina de FaceTime con Judyshannon, a quien esperamos que visite en noviembre.

• While I waited in the hospital lobby yesterday. That’s the out-patient area.
• Mientras esperaba ayer en el vestíbulo del hospital. Esa es el área de pacientes externos.
• Thursday’s sunrise.
• Amanecer del jueves.
• Outside the clinic this morning. I was looking down as she passed and didn’t even see her. The camouflage pants work like magic.
• Afuera de la clínica esta mañana. Estaba mirando hacia abajo cuando ella pasó y ni siquiera la vi. Los pantalones de camuflaje funcionan como magia.

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Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

28 thoughts on “Didn’t find my head / No encontró mi cabeza”

  1. Good to hear all went well.
    Wish we could buy our flu shot and take to our doctor. Doctors and pharmacies are issued them here. Should be available soon.

    1. Jim:
      The same nurse has been at the clinic at least since we moved here. Rare continuity. She’s wonderful and welcomes us back every year like old friends.

  2. Maybe the lady walking the dog, was just coming out of anesthesia when she picked that outfit to wear. Flu and covid vaccines done last month.

  3. My God from the first couple pictures I thought you were in my bedroom!!! And by that first picture are you telling us you got screwed, and I had to reread that one line. I mistook it as your doctor said you have a perfect asshole!!! Goodness gracious where’s my mind today.

    1. Mistress Borghese:
      I’m sure a couple of nurses sighed when my ass was unveiled. (Or maybe those weren’t sighs.) That first sculpture is a riot.

      1. Mistress Borghese:
        I can only wish. I did vainly think when I pulled down the hospital pants, “Well I hope they’re saying ‘Now that‘s not what I was expecting from a 68-year-old ass!’” The nurse in pre-op did come back a second time to confirm my birth year was correct on the form. I decided to assume she thought I was younger.

  4. Glad you survived the procedure. Mangia bene! Speaking of eats…Making schiacciata (spinach pie with potato and sausage) for dinner. Had my flu shot, getting another covid shot on Nov 4.

  5. I half expected live video footage of the entire procedure …. thanks for sparing us that, and telling us your ass is just fine … though I expected as much.

    1. Bob:
      I watched on video the first time I had it done. You know what’s going to happen from the start. No point watching it all the way through.

    1. Wilma:
      I had a university friend who I found sitting out in the snow one night. She told me she was trying to give herself hemorrhoids because she was tired of being a perfect asshole. (There was a Valentine’s party and she was drunk.)

  6. I would guess those medical instruments were not connected to your arse-spelunkering… Jx

    PS That woman seems to have thrown her clothes on in a hurry to walk the dog!

  7. Mitchell! I missed a few posts, so I’m catching up now, and so glad to know that your colonoscopy went well… I would not be able to wait until afternoon for that procedure! My husband has his scheduled for Monday.

    1. Judy C:
      Hope all goes well for your husband. Yeah, 2:30 was a long, long time to wait. I had the choice of morning or afternoon. I of course said morning, but morning here in Málaga is any time before 2!

  8. LOVE the camo pants! So funny! That dog looks like an Olga-type creature.

    Vintage medical equipment creeps me out a little, to be honest.

    1. Sassybear:
      I was vaguely hoping I’d hear sighs of admiration when I pulled down the hospital pants.

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