or at least I hope! According to my doctor, Mick is blasted up. So he BETTER be fine. Fine as in crushed to smithereens fine. I didn't lay on a table with a hole in it to endure small shocks to my kidney for twenty minutes for Mick to still be lingering around.
Turns out, the procedure went well. Or so the doctor says. I have to rely on a translator since he doesn't speak English and I don't speak French. It was relatively painless, though uncomfortable. In the next few days I hope to be rid of all remaining evidence of Mick. I'm not sad at all.
On a side note, I did experience something that will be added to my "You know you live in North Africa when..." list:
You know you live in North Africa when...
a man who is NOT your doctor shows up at the doctor's office with a green tackle box and says, "Follow me" in Arabic and leads you out the door, down the stairs, and across the street to the clinic.
(Fortunately, my doctor WAS waiting just inside the door for me!)
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Oh Micky, You're So Fine...
Posted by SP at 11:56 AM
9 worthy responses:
Yay!
Mickey is gone! I am so glad for you. I hope this will be the start of something beautiful . . . feeling better.
Ok. about the man with the green tackle box; I don't understand. Was the clinic across the street from the doctor's office? What was in the tackle box?
It made me a little scared for you.
Love you!
Okaaayyyy...foreign medicine: the downside to your glamorous travels. Hope you are feeling better!
Never knew what was in the tackle box. Never knew who the man was. I guess he was my escort! Ha! I was just relieved to see my doctor's smiling face once I got inside the clinic (which is across the street from his office).
i am glad ole Mick Jagger has left you alone, girl!
wooohooo relief at last! When the man said follow me, you should have asked if he was a fisher of men. Enjoying Starbucks tonight in your honor..tell Emily it's d-lish. love you both (you and Emily, not you and Mick)
Yay! Glad everything turned out well. A little weirded out by the man with the green tackle box...I mean, what is that??
Wahoooooooooooo...we can breathe a sigh of RELIEF!! I do NOT want to re-live the last 48 hours ever again!! That was enough....MICK...be gone with you, FOREVER!!!
Eight more days....who's counting! Meeeeeeeeeeee
I think I have received all mailings, except Emily's mom, all things are tagged and packed. I still have one large suitcase basically empty... I am traveling EXTREMELY light. (I learned that in Italy...the SNOOP sisters REALLY learned the hard way on the millions of stairs!!)
Ok, so I went to check the mail and TRIPPED over a "motherload" of packages!! I won't have to worry about Emily not getting anything. I think my suitcase is going to be full, now.... BUT we always have aunt Linda's to fill!!
So Mick was pretty broken up about leaving you, eh?
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