Eenie Meenie Minie Mo

Due to contract issues, I hadn’t been to work since right before Christmas. On my day back today, I saw my buddy, father of two, who hired me. He was walking with a strange gait. Almost limping. Knowing he is somewhat athletic and plays games similar to soccer, as I’m walking behind him I said, “What’s up? Tear your Achilles?” He looks at me kind of sheepishly and I am unsure how to interpret. I gather the answer is no. “Pull your calf?” Same look, although now his face is a bit pink, so this time I guess he did something really stupid.

Now I’m not saying anything, but standing there giving him the “What gives look, confess to your stupid mistake” when he says in a low murmur, “It is the after effect of a ‘procedure’ I had done last week.” OH! And because he was slightly embarrassed, I was too.

I’ve known him for 17 years, so it didn’t take long for me to not be so embarrassed about it for him, although the fact the guys in the office were giving him holy hell helped immensely. Things like… I was sitting at his desk going over some tasks and our boss came up with a handful of peanuts, walked over to him smirking and said, “Want some NUTS?” Heh.

My buddy and I had talked about this procedure before Christmas and I made mention of the name of my husband’s urologist. I know doctors in the area. I don’t know why he didn’t listen. INSTEAD, he went to the yellow pages and picked one.

Now color me odd, but when it comes to things like my reproductive/sex/’whatever you want to call it’ parts, I am p-r-e-t-t-y picky about what doctor takes care of them. Well, I’m that way about all body parts, but I just do not see myself picking a guy out of a phone book and I sure as hell wouldn’t let my husband pick a urologist out of a phone book. Heh, I have too much at stake there too. So, I was a bit horrified. And it appears that this guy may have done something wrong, especially since my buddy FELT the ENTIRE procedure. Damn, it makes my stomach tie up in a knot just thinking about that. Blech.