We started our anniversary (Happy Sweet 16, Chief!) with a trip to the 2nd surgeon. The Chief had fun cracking wise with the nurses who took his vitals and his health history, and we finally got a date for his surgery, at a hospital 20 miles closer than where the first surgeon works. The wonder woman at the front desk got all the Chief's pre-op testing scheduled back to back on a single day. She also corrected the referral record, which was written for Radiology, for some inexplicable reason.
I had a noon acupuncture appointment and snoozed a bit on the table. My juggling coaching got cancelled because my classmate had to cancel, which was fine with me. As early as we got up to get to that 8 am doctor's appointment, I probably would have been dropping balls right, left, and center.
Shortly before we were going to leave for dinner at our favorite Greek restaurant, it started pouring like crazy, with nickel-sized hail into the bargain! The Chief glanced outside and noticed someone huddled under a tree out front, so he urged him inside to wait out the storm. He'd been playing soccer at the park down the street and was heading home when the heavens opened. We ended up giving him a ride home once the hail stopped and the rain backed off to a more reasonable rate. (He only lives 2 blocks away.)
Dinner was delicious - eggplant dip with plenty of garlic, and the Chief got what he always gets - lamb. We even indulged in a dessert each instead of splitting one. Decadent, but I expect to work it off tomorrow in the garden.
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