Ahhh Beauty

So I had another doctor’s appointment today that I did not want to attend. I just wanted to stay in bed, listen to my iPod and wait for Bob to come home. Being that I am so very weak and fatigued, I decide to call the doctor’s office to cancel the appointment except it takes me too long to get to the phone. Bob comes home and helps me shower and combs my hair. Damn. Now after he gets me all together I look in the mirror and see that my fro is crooked and I still have some lotion not completely rubbed in. Oh well off to the doctor’s for whatever this doctor does. I am not sure cause I seen so many over the last six months they all look the same. So we made our way to the doctor’s and I as usual, brought along my necessities for the waiting room; 1 poem book (Audre Lorde), iPod, newspaper (Wall Street), one novel (Afterburn by Zane) journal, pens and pencils and tin water bottle. As I was reading one of the poems, Bob is sitting on my left, I look up in time to see one of Seattle’s Best. Not the coffee brand, but one of the finest men in scrubs I ever laid eyes on. I know I just wrote about how great Bob is but when one see something so pretty it is only proper to praise God. So I stared at the smooth chocolate brown man going into the next room, oblivious to the attention he is generating with the patients in the waiting. The redhead next to me reaches for a magazine on the coffee table and mouths “Wow” while looking at me. I smile back and comment that the guy in scrubs was worth getting out of bed for. She starts cracking up and states she hopes he is her doctor for the day. I smile. Then my name is called. Bob and I are ushered in this darken room and told what test are going to be performed today. It’s just another brain scan with physical therapy. I am told to strip and wrap up in the hospital gown. Bob, being Bob, patiently helps me with this task and asks the nurse if he can stay during the test. He shown where he is can sit and watch the test. The nurse comes back and says the doctor will be in to explain more and get started hands me a sedative, watches as I swallow it. I am somewhat drifting by the time the doctor makes his way in. As he begins talking I overwhelmed by this beautiful voice and the scent of sandalwood. I turn around and see that the doctor is the beauty from the waiting room. Oh such sweet joy. Now I can almost tolerate the crazy test. He puts a doctor cap over is locks (I am such a sucker for black men and dreadlocks). Then his smooth voice asks me to lie down on the narrow table. I have a chance to scan over his height realizing that he although he is not as tall as I normally like but he is in proportion. So I comply as he helps with gentle hands and I begin to think about being single and how great a date I would be. Of course this just crazy as Bob is in the next room but I figure he is just eye candy. We all have those, right? Of I am the one that tell Bob if O’Shea Jackson (Mr. Ice Cube himself) was to come to my door and ask me out I would have to leave and not come back until…well let’s just say that Bob would be assed out. But now I am here in this office wondering if I can at least get my old saggy breast to at least stare forward instead of looking for my armpits. The test goes well as a test can go and the doctor, Dr. James Whitmore by the way, was so sweet and gentle. Of course I asked all about his life outside of the hospital; married, four kids and a wife who is also a doctor (of course). In the end he gives me a pat on the back for being a good patient and Bob helps me dress. As we were making our out to the car I comment on how handsome the doctor was. Bob not one to miss a beat says in his ever witty way “I know, I thought what a good guy to help my old woman out when she wasn’t looking her best”. In other words, you have me now deal with it. My reply “I am, I will….until O’Shea knocks”.