September 2, 2007
The new physician, brunette and pert, had reminded me of Barbie’s Number Two, Midge. I had mentally checked into a Cozumel, Mexico resort when her office called two days later, to delineate the intricacies of my latest blood work. The sun was penetrating the deepest levels of my skin, warming without scortching, and the ocean was lulling me into what was probably a highly suggestive hypnotic state. Pedro, the brunette and pert cabana boy came around, and in a voice not unlike the new physician’s receptionist, asked me if she knew the last time I had an ESR this high.