I saw Dr. Youssef today. The waiting room is small and the wait was short. Bravo.
"How do you pronounce your name, doctor?" I asked.
"Yow-seff," he replied. "Like Joseph - but Egyptian."
"Ah. I see."
He ran an ECG on me. That's where they hook umpteen electrodes up to you with sticky fly paper. He says the heart is good and yes, I can safely join a gym.
"I want you to run three hours a day," he said, patting my belly. I just about fell over. He shrugged his shoulders and giggled. That crazy Egyptian humour...
Anyways, I quite like him. I have to go for X-Rays Monday and see him again in a week.
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What the? That was an update?
Did the doc give you any info on the lump? My guess is that it's a cork you accidentally swallowed.
Of course, I'm not a doctor. But I play one on TV.
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