I ran into my plastic surgeon last night at the mini-mart. Just out of the pool, I had my hair up in a bedraggled half pony tail, chlorinated eyes, and was wearing my pink muu muu. We both kind of looked at each other as we entered the store. As a renowned cosmetic surgeon, I am sure he tries to remember a face by the type of surgery he has performed. In my neighborhood, this could be exhausting. “Ah, yes, the lady purchasing milk. I gave her a C cup last year.” “Nice looking nose, I did a good job there.” “Tummy tuck, lipo, and breast lift in the bakery.” “Chin implant and face lift by the frozen vegetables.” This is probably why he was in the mini-mart late on a Sunday night – less traffic.
I said hello first and chattered inanely. Dr. C is a charming older man and an impeccable dresser. Last night I discovered he had skinny legs. I told him we were moving to China and he said, “You Americans always have a sense of adventure!” I only shopped for healthy things until he left the store. Like crow, Katpat.
We did not eat the fatted calf after yesterday’s sermon because Angel got a migraine on the way to the restaurant. We went in anyway because she did not like the movement of the car. Buddy, Sunshine and our guests had drinks and hors d’oeuvres in the lounge part of Montana Grill while Angel and I sat in the grass outside, Angel hunched over in a ball until eventually she puked. We plied her with some Coke so she would have something to throw up. Susie Q and Sunshine ferried water and drinks back and forth, Buddy paid the bill, and the Rev. prayed for us all. I pulled the van up onto the paved mall entrance walk way next to the Puking Palm and we loaded her up. She went to bed for the rest of the afternoon. Angel is much better now but staying home from school; she is a tough nut and a good patient. We’ll try for a Montana Grill do over tonight. We were so lucky there were friends to help!
In the meantime, I would appreciate it if migraine sufferers would write in with their thoughts and suggestions. I was too stupid to ask Dr. C if he knew a good neurologist.