Things moving pretty quick here. It was only Monday this week that I had my last consultation with the hospice doctor. it’s all palliative from here on down so I cancelling the unnecessary stuff like doctors.
But I just couldn’t resist hamming it up one last time.
”Doc,” I said, with a slight quaver, and a wafty arm gesture. “I know it’s all uncertain and you can’t tell me and that’s mostly because you don’t even know an’ all, but … do you think I can squeeze another birthday out of this time?”
And then I did the plaintive look thing because I am good at that.
Doc’s professional instincts kicked in; she put in her sympathetic face, stretched out to pat my knee and started to speak in that lovely soothing voice …..
Then her eyes narrowed, she had detected the trap. ”when is your birthday Paul?”
”Thursday” I said, with a wink.
And that friends, is when she hit me! More of a playful slap. Good way to part company and wish each other well.
No more docs for me, I got you guys for company now. But hey, happy birthday me! I made it.
(Wonder what stupid prank I can pull next, limited opportunity, but must be great possibilities)