Jerome had his opthamologist's and optometrists doctor appointments this morning. It's been 18 months since he had his eye surgery at the University of Minnesota and this was his final post-surgical follow up with the local doctors. Everything looks fantastic and the surgery was a resounding success!
I consumed about 4 cups of coffee while waiting for the optometrist to see Jerome and then had yet another cup of coffee while we waited for the opthamologist to do his stuff. I figure I had at least a half a pot of coffee at the doctors' office, which of course, created a need for me to find the restroom.
As we waited, we made small talk and I mentioned to Jerome that the doctor better hurry up and look at his eyes, or I was going to wet my pants. He laughed and a moment later the doctor walks in and makes the usual pleasantries. He turned to me and asked how I was and before I could give the standard response of 'Fine, thank you', Jerome interjected that I had wet my pants. My first reaction was to stand up and demonstrate that I had NOT wet my pants, but continued to stammer that I needed to go wee wee due to the coffee I had consumed in the last hour.
The doctor just looked at me like I was a mental patient, temporarily released on a day pass, and tried to focus on Jerome. Rarely am I embarrassed by something, but this one caught me. I think it was the dead pan expression on Jerome's face that gave credence to his assertion of me being a panty wetter. Nonetheless, we left with great haste and I had to suppress my desire to draw attention to my DRY pants. It must have been Senior Citizen day at the doctor's office as the waiting room was full of geriatric patients. I suppose had I wet my pants, no one would have noticed since the waiting room was full of potential bladder control suspects!
Just another day in my life!
There are scars, still. Even within the miracles.
3 months ago