Sometimes a bad impression

I was writing Anonydoc about this zit I have up my nose killing me and I wanted to use an elegant word so I chose "papule"

failing to notice this



Yeah, real funny, bust a gut. I got internal nostril face pain for the last ten days and zero sympathy enough because the nose is trivial. "Mind if I squeeze the wheeze?"

No you can't squeeze the wheeze, it's about a 10 on the pain richter where the circle face springs tears.

Then she wrote back and didn't even correct me. And it was the shortest letter from her ever. That she was going to dinner with her sister.

Here it is:

I'm going to dinner with my sister.

She's probably going to write back, 'John, was that the word the doctor really used?'

No, I'll reply. And we'll both leave it at that.
Not, 'No, why do you ask?'
Just: "No."

There, now you see it's nice to have a blog, and be able to share this with so many people!

Couple of years ago I was going on about something earthy and was addressing Anony as one should address her, as a Southern Lady I mean, obliquely, and she shot back something like 'for heavens sake I'm a doctor!' (This was during the time I was still convinced she was Florence King ---I still half-suspect she is--- so that was a surprise.)

It took me two weeks to get her to tell me what kind of a doctor she is. She said I'd hate her if I knew.

I wrote "pshaw! haha. i mean, you're not a psychiatrist, are you? hahahaha! :-D"
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This could be worse, I don't know...
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So today I went to the dermatologists at our University Clinic and let me tell you, man. Really, I'm gonna put this down so you pick it up, 'gate.

Those lady dermatologists are so pretty and vivacious and up-beat , eeeeee, they made me smile, and act in my best manners, and lower my voice to sound more manly, and do my best Sam Spade impression while I received compliments for my pasty complexion. (Mean Mr. Sun, you stay away from him!) They fixed my nose and and and checked my back for moles and they all just had such good genes, you know? One's name was Edison, so her genes especially. They scheduled me for the scalpel in three weeks but I didn't mind that.

You've heard of beauty school drop-outs, (there is indeed a song), so maybe these are beauty school PhDs? I wonder if they started in beauty school and someone informed them for the first time that they were especially bright.

They charged me a thousand dollars! I smiled, that's ok, I was expecting this to cost ten thousand dollars! (Actually, I was.)

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I sign off not knowing what to make of this day. Off beat at work, feeling like a stranger there sometimes. During smoke breaks, I notice I'm sitting farther down the benches from my co-blings, just to think.

And this Dylan lyric came back to me today:

When I was in Missouri,
they would not let me be;
I had to leave there in a hurry
I only saw what they let me see;

But I'm the same everywhere, of course.

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