Bouncing Ben
June 12, 2006 Last night about 7 pm Ben went on a cleaning kick starting with our pond/fountain out back. Then he came inside and Ajaxed the kitchen sink and cleaned up the counters, then upstairs where he cleaned the bathtub. Man oh man, I was hoping this cleaning kick would last but oh well, all good things come to an end. The cleaning kick sure beats the saving everything kick where he wanted me to save the dusty dregs from cleaning his electric shaver and the pulp from making orange juice etc.
This morning he had to fast before he went for his stress test. Do you know how hard it is to keep a hungry and thirsty guy with short-term memory loss from eating or drinking anything?
Plus he woke up convinced he had made dozens of James Bond movies- not as James Bond but as his stunt driver. To make matters worse he discovered my secret hiding place for the car keys, leading to a heated debate again about who was driving. And of course Ben had to find the right sunglasses suitable for a racecar driver of his stature. When he saw our 1984 Supra badly in need of a paint job, he was sorely disappointed. All the way over to the doctors Ben kept pointing out the brand new Corvettes and Porsches that we should buy, being as James Bond stunt car drivers make a ton of money.
We finally made it to the doctor’s office, a bit late. When Ben saw the receptionist he cried out, “ God you look anemic!” causing either guffaws or giggles from the folks in the waiting room. Times like that I wonder, do I explain? I didn’t. But when the nurse called him back to the test, without me, I was quite concerned being as Ben’s answers to medical questions vary greatly from my answers. Luckily Ben’s doctor’s nurse Karla saw me waiting alone, knew what was up and shortly thereafter I was summoned back by the nurse.
They gave him a drug to speed up his heart for 4 minutes and then gave him the antidote. Then we had to go and eat a high fat meal. I ordered Ben a roast beef sandwich on a croissant with chips and cream in his coffee. The two girls behind the counter were what Ben’s son Tom would call ‘hot’. When they asked if there was anything else we wanted Ben said, “I’ll take a body to go.” They gave him puzzled looks. Ben ate his sandwich like he’d just gotten off an island in Survivor. Then we had to go back and finish his test. His doctor was amazed after two weeks the progress that Ben was making- he said there was no medical or scientific reason for his recovery other than a miracle. When I said that Ben had good doctors, his doctor said, “No, it’s a miracle. Clearly Ben is an amazing guy.” But I already knew that.
On the way home we stopped at an all-girl barber shop since Ben’s been wanting his hair all shaved off again and it’s too long for me to give him the first cut. When the lady barber asked him what he wanted he said, “I’ve got brain damage. I want you to shape me a new head.” This time I did explain. Another day in the life of what my brother-in-law Dave calls Bouncing Ben.
This morning he had to fast before he went for his stress test. Do you know how hard it is to keep a hungry and thirsty guy with short-term memory loss from eating or drinking anything?
Plus he woke up convinced he had made dozens of James Bond movies- not as James Bond but as his stunt driver. To make matters worse he discovered my secret hiding place for the car keys, leading to a heated debate again about who was driving. And of course Ben had to find the right sunglasses suitable for a racecar driver of his stature. When he saw our 1984 Supra badly in need of a paint job, he was sorely disappointed. All the way over to the doctors Ben kept pointing out the brand new Corvettes and Porsches that we should buy, being as James Bond stunt car drivers make a ton of money.
We finally made it to the doctor’s office, a bit late. When Ben saw the receptionist he cried out, “ God you look anemic!” causing either guffaws or giggles from the folks in the waiting room. Times like that I wonder, do I explain? I didn’t. But when the nurse called him back to the test, without me, I was quite concerned being as Ben’s answers to medical questions vary greatly from my answers. Luckily Ben’s doctor’s nurse Karla saw me waiting alone, knew what was up and shortly thereafter I was summoned back by the nurse.
They gave him a drug to speed up his heart for 4 minutes and then gave him the antidote. Then we had to go and eat a high fat meal. I ordered Ben a roast beef sandwich on a croissant with chips and cream in his coffee. The two girls behind the counter were what Ben’s son Tom would call ‘hot’. When they asked if there was anything else we wanted Ben said, “I’ll take a body to go.” They gave him puzzled looks. Ben ate his sandwich like he’d just gotten off an island in Survivor. Then we had to go back and finish his test. His doctor was amazed after two weeks the progress that Ben was making- he said there was no medical or scientific reason for his recovery other than a miracle. When I said that Ben had good doctors, his doctor said, “No, it’s a miracle. Clearly Ben is an amazing guy.” But I already knew that.
On the way home we stopped at an all-girl barber shop since Ben’s been wanting his hair all shaved off again and it’s too long for me to give him the first cut. When the lady barber asked him what he wanted he said, “I’ve got brain damage. I want you to shape me a new head.” This time I did explain. Another day in the life of what my brother-in-law Dave calls Bouncing Ben.
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