Yesterday morning, I looped by Tufts Medical Center before work, to get fitted for a new loopy mask which loops around my head and attaches to my loopy sleep apnea machine.
While I was at the sleep lab, I saw this loopy sight:
After that loopy experience, as I was looping back to my car, I heard somebody say my loopy name. Loopily enough, it was my dentist, Dr. Luis Del Castillo.
We were both loopily surprised to encounter each other in our intersecting loops through the Tufts Medical Center garage, even though I know he teaches dental medicine there and he knows I get my medical care there.
As we were loopily chatting, my mind looped to my concern — which I had loopily texted Dr. Del Castillo about — that my recently installed dental filling had looped out of my mouth, immediately after I had looped through his dental office last Tuesday. I was loopy enough to ask him, right there in that loopy garage, if he could check the filling. He said, “I don’t have my loops,” but he was kind enough to look at my mouth, loop-less. Without his loops, he couldn’t see whether the filling was still looped into my tooth, so we both looped over to the Tufts Dental School, where he put on his loops
Did you know those special dental glasses were called “loops”? That was news, to loopy me.
If you loop by this blog with any kind of loopy regularity, you know I take loopy pictures in my loops through Boston USA and its loopy environs. Which of these loopy photos from loopy yesterday seem particularly loopy, to you?
In one of my favorite loopy encounters of the day — as I was looping back to my car after work through lots of loopy fans looping their way to Fenway Park for a loopy Red Sox game — one of the guys who was looping cars into a loopily priced parking lot by looping around a big flag said these loopy words to me:
It’s a beautiful life. I’ve never seen so many happy people. It must be the Prozac.
I wonder if he thought I was loopy when I laughed with loopy delight, loopily replied, “You think?” and then looped back to take a loopily unclear picture of him …
Is it loopy to admit that I agree with his first loopy sentence? Is it loopy to admit that he seemed better at diagnosing people’s use of a common anti-depressant medication than me, a loopy psychotherapist?
I need to loop some loopy music into this loopy post, so I can loop by to get my loopy hair cut to loop attractively around my loopy face in time for my 45th high school reunion, in two loopy weeks.
Here’s some music I heard last night in my loopy yellow car, as I was looping my way home for quality time looping through a sushi restaurant, a Dunkin’ Donuts, and a pet store with my loopy boyfriend Michael and my loopy son, Aaron (not pictured, because they’re not loopy about my taking loopy photos for this loopy blog).
YouTube has a loop of Kurt Elling singing “You Send Me,” if you want to loop over there to find it.
Loopy thanks to all the loopy and non-loopy people who helped me loopily create this loopy post, including my loopy friend and co-worker Jan (seen, above, loopily looping a loopily yellow stethoscope at our sometimes loopy hospital). Especially loopy thanks to Dr. Luis Del Castillo for loopily inspiring this post with his loops and his loopily wonderful kindness. And particularly loopy thanks to you — of course! — for looping by this loopy blog, here and now.