Hello Fellow Travelers!
A few weeks back I wrote about my very special friend who sent me a very special gift - a Pope Francis bobblehead! This thing cracked me up! So I took him to meet the in-laws in Burlingame, he killed at the Italian restaurant and continued to inspire hilarity at a birthday party for my venerable mo-in-law that followed. The Pope Bobblehead had just the right amount of silly joy to make anyone laugh or at least smile when they saw it. After careful consideration, I decided to share the joy and pass him onto my oncologist Dr. P., at Mercy General Hospital (he has an office there). The PS asked why I was sharing a Pope Francis bobblehead with Dr. P., it reminds me a lot of the Pez dispenser that Jerry Seinfeld put on Elaine's leg during a piano recital (it made her laugh). That's how funny a Pope Francis bobblehead is!
A couple of weeks ago I had to have some "minor" (No such thing) surgery done by my favorite neurosurgeon (Thank you, HA!) at the very same hospital (Dignity? Hot Diggety!) where this journey began for me, Mercy GH. I thought I would have plenty of opportunity to drop the "plastic Pontiff" at Dr. P.'s office.
It was not to be! Not only was I being released, I was being released now! I entrusted the diminutive Pontiff (in an "official" box) to a wonderful physical therapist who promised to drop him off at the doctor's office. As I was being led away for yet another test (like the condemned walking "The Green Mile") she and my nurse (Alvin, like the chipmunk) were receiving my final directives.
I should mention that this "minor" procedure took a lot out of me! I was a hurting unit before I elected to have the round IPhone-shaped satellite taken out of my skull! Many headaches and hair donts' later, I'm still trying to get over it!
Here is where "Le Pope Plastique's" activities get a little murky. He was MIA for a few days. it Was he inspiring healthcare professionals? Was he bringing laughter to PT's at Mercy GH? We'll never know. I know one thing - it probably wasn't boring, whatever it was. My recipient used his Sherlock Holmes-like powers of deduction to find "Le Papa du Bobble" and located him (he had been bobbleing for a few days in the PT break room) and took him home to his five-year-old daughter who promptly broke it's bobbing head off. He's since been fixed. (Maybe all I need is a little Crazy Glue! Can't hurt, might help, Just sayin'...)
Why does this toy inspire me to write and walk? I think it's fairly obvious. If a little toy, a bobblehead no less, can travel so much and have so many adventures I certainly should be capable of recovery! That and it's just darned funny!
A few weeks back I wrote about my very special friend who sent me a very special gift - a Pope Francis bobblehead! This thing cracked me up! So I took him to meet the in-laws in Burlingame, he killed at the Italian restaurant and continued to inspire hilarity at a birthday party for my venerable mo-in-law that followed. The Pope Bobblehead had just the right amount of silly joy to make anyone laugh or at least smile when they saw it. After careful consideration, I decided to share the joy and pass him onto my oncologist Dr. P., at Mercy General Hospital (he has an office there). The PS asked why I was sharing a Pope Francis bobblehead with Dr. P., it reminds me a lot of the Pez dispenser that Jerry Seinfeld put on Elaine's leg during a piano recital (it made her laugh). That's how funny a Pope Francis bobblehead is!
A couple of weeks ago I had to have some "minor" (No such thing) surgery done by my favorite neurosurgeon (Thank you, HA!) at the very same hospital (Dignity? Hot Diggety!) where this journey began for me, Mercy GH. I thought I would have plenty of opportunity to drop the "plastic Pontiff" at Dr. P.'s office.
It was not to be! Not only was I being released, I was being released now! I entrusted the diminutive Pontiff (in an "official" box) to a wonderful physical therapist who promised to drop him off at the doctor's office. As I was being led away for yet another test (like the condemned walking "The Green Mile") she and my nurse (Alvin, like the chipmunk) were receiving my final directives.
I should mention that this "minor" procedure took a lot out of me! I was a hurting unit before I elected to have the round IPhone-shaped satellite taken out of my skull! Many headaches and hair donts' later, I'm still trying to get over it!
Here is where "Le Pope Plastique's" activities get a little murky. He was MIA for a few days. it Was he inspiring healthcare professionals? Was he bringing laughter to PT's at Mercy GH? We'll never know. I know one thing - it probably wasn't boring, whatever it was. My recipient used his Sherlock Holmes-like powers of deduction to find "Le Papa du Bobble" and located him (he had been bobbleing for a few days in the PT break room) and took him home to his five-year-old daughter who promptly broke it's bobbing head off. He's since been fixed. (Maybe all I need is a little Crazy Glue! Can't hurt, might help, Just sayin'...)
Why does this toy inspire me to write and walk? I think it's fairly obvious. If a little toy, a bobblehead no less, can travel so much and have so many adventures I certainly should be capable of recovery! That and it's just darned funny!
From Oeifie to Alvin to Lorraine, not exactly Evers to Tinkers to Chance, but somehow, a lot of chance involved anyway, and got the pass off done in record time of a sort...and his Pontifical head was easily screwed back on in the spring hole receptacle...
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