"So I need an operation?"
"Just a procedure I do right here in the office."
"Operation."
"Okay, it is an operation, but there is nothing to it."
"Do it."
My too-frequent visits to medical professionals this year taught me, and that early on, that "procedure" is the professional euphemism for "operation." Dr. G stuck my toe with his needle while our banter continued a bit. He left the room for a few minutes while my toe died.
The doctor returned, jabbed the toe in a few places, asked his assistant for his thingamabob. Less than six minutes later the assistant was placing this beautiful bandage on the offended digit.
My sixth operation in 2016 encompassing the Me from head to foot!
Now. We shall see.*
*a/o Friday night, toe looks good, pain-free. Color me happy!
