Thursday morning: Surgeon Office Visit. New port placement healing well, no irritation or infection detected. (Yay!) previous port site is healing well and required no further stitching. (is that a word?) No future appointment scheduled unless problems arise. Yay, Again!
Friday’s appointment postponed til next week to coincide with upcoming Lab work. This means I have all of today off. No medical - No nothing!
Just the Happy Hour soiree with old co-workers at the Pig & Fish. A Dark and Stormy was the cocktail du jour. Linda’s choice. Let me know if you don’t know what it is. Think lovely Ginger Beer! Weeee!
A few of my favorite customers from Dos Locos showed up as a surprise to wish me well, and blew me away. Straight couples to boot, and the guys gave me big hugs, one kissed me on the mouth. I can’t say I was shocked by the gesture. Straight men, at least in my recent experience, are not hung up on showing affection to other men, anymore. He also happens to be one of the best looking men around and I’ve mentioned him and his wife in past posts. They are amazing people.
Their parents, kids, and grandkids (if you saw these two, you’d never believe they were old enough to have kids, let alone, the grand variety) couldn’t be here so early on a Friday, so they sent video text messages to me instead. I cried like a fucking baby, so sue me.
We ate. Oh, did we eat! Our Appetizers included hog wings, pulled pork nachos, chesapeake blue crab dip, shrimp and bay scallops with garlic on baguette points. Drool, drool. etc.!
It felt grand to be immersed in such positive energy. My buddy, Jeffrey, (the guy who is probably responsible for saving my life last year) had this evening off but chose to come by after his shift and lift a glass with us, as well. We both cried just a bit. Maybe he’s as surprised as I am that I’m still here.
Even my friend and sidekick, Debbie was able to attend and create her own kind of chaos and disorder, as only she can. (Like I say, it’s a small town and the crazy runs wide and deep in us all.) Once we got her settled in, it was a sweet, smooth and happy ride. Think Jabba’s desert glider without Carrie Fisher’s gilded bikini. I know you can.
We had our “wing” of the bar - an L that took the front and right side in equal proportions - our joy was infectious, folks kept coming over to join in our fun, if only for a short time or just to say HELLO and wish me well. I had no idea I had such a reputation…
Having knocked back 2 Dark and Stormy cocktails and all that food set before us, Linda knew it was time for me to call it a night. She was right, of course, and I didn’t argue. I was ready for the ride home and a good night’s sleep, which I will undoubtedly enjoy since I am free of all things medical until Monday.
May life include a few more days like this one. Please.
And so it goes.