Last week, we went to see Dr. P., Bob's endocrinologist. The appointment went like this:
Dr. P. (enters the room): Well, hello Robert! How are you, today?
Bob: I'm mighty fine. How are you?
Dr. P: Not so good, these hemroids are killing me. You won't mind if I stand up while I talk to you?
Dr. P: So who are you routing for? The east coast or west coast?
Me: thinking: huh?
Bob: East coast.
Dr. P: So, you're a Raven's fan.
Me: thinking: Ravens? (Sorry, Bob and I don't watch TV, don't follow sports at all.)
Bob: (long pause).... Oh! Football!..... um, um,.....Green Bay!
Dr. P. (looks at me): Green Bay?
Me: He's thinking of the Green Bay Packers. We're from Wisconsin, originally.
Dr. P.: Wisconsin, eh? Boy, that's way up north. Cold up there, I bet.
Dr. P.: So, you're a big football fan?
Bob: No way!
Dr. P.: (laughs) I don't like football that much either. (opens the chart) Well, let's see here. Last time you were in, your arm was really bothering you. How's that arm doing today?
Dr. P.: Good! Anything new you wanted to discuss with me?
Dr. P. (sits down then stands back up): Oh damn these hemroids! I can't even sit down today. And don't even ask about going to the bathroom. God, a person doesn't appreciate how good it is to be healthy, until you're not.
Dr. P.: Well, all the blood work looks good. (closes the chart) So I'll see you again in six months, OK?
Bob: Okey dokey.
Dr. P.: Good to see you, Robert. (shakes Bob's hand)
Bob: Good to see you, too.
I tell you, I was completely floored. Because that was the first time we've gone to a doctor's office and Bob did all the talking! And he was able to follow the conversation even when the doctor jumped from subject to subject. Wow.
I do believe his brain is finally connecting the dots.