Bryan had an endoscopy today and an ultrasound last Friday as follow-ups to his gastric distress that landed him in the hospital a few weeks ago. He passed both with flying colors. He even got a little cheeky with the tech at the ultrasound and asked her, “Well…? Is it a boy or a girl???” I would have loved to see her face for that one.
After the endoscopy this afternoon he was way out of it and acting like Mr. Short Term Memory from SNL. Remember that skit? With Tom Hanks? In the shocker of the century, You Tube has absolutely no evidence that skit ever existed or I would have put it into this post.
Let’s just say Bryan asked me the same thing about 5 times in a row. I thought he was fucking with me for a while, but then he remembered very little of this afternoon at dinnertime and is already back in bed, so I think it was for real. Or maybe an elaborate ruse to be able to go to bed at 7pm.
Either way, I am glad he is A-OK. The doc wants him to come back for one more checkup in 6 weeks, but basically, he has been given a clean bill of health. Yahoo!