"Syke" Visit

Yesterday, our Dad had his second and final procedure to extract a clingy gall stone.  ...oooor did he???

The jokes keep coming folks and this time it came in the discovery that--oh wait--there's no stone. It was a true "syke visit" in the world of fake "hi-5s" and slicking back hair. (Until we're supplied with material other than medical visits, puns are what I have to work with. Sure we could all use a real psych visit after this.)

Diane and Dad braved the REAL winter weather (that's right DC...real) to make it to his early morning appointment. As with everything, the great Houdini act came after a new prep, anesthesia and jamming a tube down his throat. They discovered that--wonder of all wonders--the stone was missing! He apparently had passed it by his lonesome likely accounting for the bout of nausea/vomiting he experienced the day before.

So, just so we're clear, the procedure that was to be a quickie turned out to be a 6 hour doozy. The second procedure that had threats of becoming more extensive was absolutely unnecessary. Fantastic.

As if we needed another reminder, Dad's experience confirms yet again that we will have to wait until the ink is absolutely smudge proof on any marriage licenses before embarking in full "family health" disclosure.

~E