Alright. So, I had a follow up appointment with my
gastroenterologist after a recent colonoscopy.
(Alert! I promise not all of my posts will contain
waste production organ content.) Though one never knows….
In any case,
I got there early, filled out the necessary paperwork in triplicate, did the
blood pressure/weight/height thing. Only
one of those numbers is consistently disappointing, and that number is 5’2”. Ah well. I was wise enough to marry a very tall person,
thus producing tall children who have NOTHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT. I digress. Into the exam room I go, realized as soon as
the door closed that my cell phone was in the car. Poor pitiful me, my Kindle and Audible apps
are on my phone. I miss the good old
days where for entertainment in waiting rooms I always brought an honest to
goodness tree killing kind of book. I
digress yet again (noticing a pattern here?).
In strides the doc, good morning, good morning, “What brings you here
today?" he asks. Told him I got a
phone call after the procedure asking to schedule this follow up. He looks around on the trusty computer
monitor, this is good, and that looks great, no biopsies, no anything…am I
having any, um, bowel issues? Nope. It was a mistake, they called me for a follow-up
by mistake.
Where’s the
coincidence you wonder? There’s another
Linda Vallier right here in this small area in this small state in this small
nation on this small pale blue dot. So,
I presume that the follow-up was not for me, but for the other lady with same
name. Somewhat unusual as “Vallier”
isn’t exactly common around these here parts (I mean parts as geography, not
parts as in…um, parts). This sort of
thing has happened before, so I really shouldn’t have been too surprised. We see the same dentist, see the same group
of primary care doctors, both donate blood, we were born in the same year (I’m
older by 3 months, pfft). I’ve actually
met the lady. She’s very nice, likely
not as scatterbrained and thus not nearly as entertaining as yours truly. Oh.
She’s taller though, drat.
Actually
this is the second time in my life that something namesake related has
happened. Way back in my school days, there
was another young lady with whom I shared my maiden moniker. She too was taller, not at all hilarious, and
younger by one month (why do I always have to be the old one?). In addition, in those much younger days, the
said tall person referenced earlier liked both
of us (what a scamp). I’ve wondered from
time to time exactly “which” Linda he hoped would open the door when he knocked
(anyone remember Mystery Date?) Some
surprises are good, some not so much. In
any case, after nearly 40 years, I don’t plan on asking.
