The first expression that is music to my ears is, you are too tall and skinny for our firing squad practice. We need a better target, someone shorter and rounder. My second favored phrase is, you don’t need that root canal after all. We were looking at another patient’s X-rays. Sorry. And the last and most recent favorite message is, you are a poor candidate for surgery. Get out of here.
That’s pretty much what the San Diego surgeon said. So we wished the famous surgeon goodbye. We walked down the street in La Jolla and had a fabulous lunch at P.F. Chang’s. At that point, there was a short-term and a long-term problem. First, my dear wife had to drive across San Diego to El Cajon in rush hour. Zero to 60 and back to zero before you could say Caltrans. I only shut my eyes a few times. We made it OK.