My dermatological surgeon, Dr, Ariel Ostad, the Butcher of Teheran (he is an Iranian Jew and actually an extremely skillful and charming medic) today inflicted a golf-ball size hole under my right breast.
The aperture was then sutured, leaving a pattern (that after a few weeks will become a scar resembling a zig-zag El Zorro might have carved on the chest of a Mexican robber baron.
I was reminded of the movie 'The Princess Bride' where the hero says "My name is such and such, you killed my father, prepare to die".
Anyway, I am forbidden to swim for 10 days which sort puts a something on our Connecticut holiday. The swimming was intended precisely to regain my youthful athletic self. Too bad. Perhaps if Uruguay wins the World Cup my mood will brighten.
El Onkel
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