My cardiologist called me the C word, at my check-up three months ago.
I tried not to catastrophize about it. But I was concerned, ’cause criticism can stick. Conversely, I considered it comical, that my cardiologist could call me that!
I concocted a cunning counter-move.
My cardiologist, Dr. Deeb Salem, is considered a completely caring and competent doctor, by everybody who comes into contact with him. But ever since he called me the C word, and I’ve clinically consulted his female co-workers — I’ve called him out, concerning that circumstance.
Care to conjecture these women’s countenances when I confronted them with my cardiologist’s comment?
They were completely confused and confounded, of course.
Yesterday morning, as I contemplated my up-coming cardiology appointment with Dr. Salem at 3 o’clock that day, I considered comprehensive conversations about
- my congenitally corrected transposition,
- my other cardiac conditions and concerns,
- Dr. Salem calling me the C word,
- et cetera.
Concurrently, I considered this:
I know the title for my next blog post!
… a cognition I see is completely c-less, in the current moment.
I started seeing C-words, consecutively, on my walk to work, including
camera,
cop (and cars!)
crosswalk,
and more crosswalks and crossers.
I considered what music to include in today’s post, and concluded:
Of course! I’ll include a composition by keyboardist Chick Corea! He was born in Chelsea, Massachusetts, where my father grew up!
Here’s Chelsea’s Chick Corea’s composition, Sidewalk:
(YouTube video of “Sidewalk” found here.)
Anyway, as I continued on the sidewalk, I noticed more cars and commuters.
You can’t completely see her, but that’s my co-worker Jan, across the crowded street. I wonder if that looked creepy to anyone — my taking that many consecutive shots of Jan.
Jan is definitely NOT the C word my cardiologist called me (although she may have used various c-words, out of my earshot, when she’s feeling cranky). I consider Jan to be other C-words: caring, compassionate, comical, and convivial. I wonder if she considers herself those things?
Anyway, I called out to Jan and she crossed over, to see me.
After conducting individual and group therapy at work, I left for my cardiology appointment. On the way, I encountered more C-words:
… before encountering my cardiologist.
That’s Dr. Salem, in the corridor before my check-up, calling me a “pain in the ass” to his co-worker!!
I continued my cunning scheme of calling out Dr. Salem calling me the C word, as his medical assistant, Julie, cuffed me:
Julie said, “He called you WHAT?!? That’s completely uncalled for!!” (or words to that effect).
Anyway, everybody yesterday seemed very pleased with how I’m doing, cardiac-wise. And Dr. Salem and I cracked up, several times, during my cardiology appointment.
After the appointment, I casually encountered my other cardiologist, Dr. Mark Estes, in another corridor. Continuing my consistent cracking on Dr. Salem, I said to Dr. Estes:
Dr. Salem called me a pain in the ass, today! I’m going to put that in my blog!
When I saw Dr. Estes’s concerned countenance, I reconsidered. Then we exchanged these comments:
Me: Okay, I may not write that. But I’m definitely including in my blog something else he called me, three months ago. He called me … CHUBBY!!
Dr. Estes: That’s worse.
Before I conclude this “C word” post, I have to choose a category for it. How would you categorize it? Also, are there C words I could have included here, to make it more complete?
Thanks to my cardiologists, to Chick Corea, to people from Chelsea, to c-words everywhere, and to you — of course! — for coming by, today.
You and your C and any other words you write and use and speak and see are AWESOME!!!!!
Awesome, huh? It takes one to know one, Louise!
Clever. My thoughts.heart with you, Cherub (in keeping with C-word!)
Cool. (And “clever” back at you, dear Julie!)
I’d call you corrigible, Ann, to stay with the theme, but as you were to your cardiologist, well, stick the in- in front of that C-word!
Chubby? That’s a crock, I take it, from your consternation. Never has a man in a white jacket appeared so callous, cavalier, cracking wise, planting a canard without care to crestfallen cardio Cadillacs such as yourself!
Stop the cranking calliope. Your visit to the circus is over for another three months!
Thank you for this (in)comparable comment, Mark!
Chuckle and chortle 😛
Charmed, Val.
bahahahahahaha! Love your story.
Love your laugh and your comment!
Clever! 😊
Thanks, Jane!
Your blog is a good craic, as they say in Ireland 🙂
I had to look that up. Great compliment!
Comic! Compelling! Creative! Captivating! Courageous! And charming!
I love this post, Ann. And I will be in more regular attendance here soon, after my son’s wedding (this Saturday). You made me chuckle.
Congrats on the ceremony! I’m cheered by your compliments and cranked about your coming back.
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Something about this posts has a very Sesame Street feel to it! 😉
You caught me, RoSy! That was calculated.
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You had me going, Ann. Your doctor looks far too sweet to have said that “c” word. He must have meant “c”harming, “c”harismatic and “c”lever. Loved this! 😉
I agree, Judy, that he should have been thinking those words…. but he didn’t say them to me! Thank you for this corrective comment. Charmed, I’m sure.
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