CBG PART II

Cherry Blossom Girl Part I

(Excerpt from the book, Chasing The American Dream)
...About a month later, I had a follow up doctor’s appointment. He wanted to see how I was progressing, and he also wanted to give me a complete physical. I was dreading it because I hadn’t had a physical in over six years. I knew that ‘physical’ meant I would be subject to that uncomfortable probing and exploring in areas I’d rather not mention. This was the primary reason that, when asked who I wanted to perform the physical, I chose Dr. Schwartz rather than Alice, the Physician Assistant. I certainly couldn’t handle Alice pokin’ around down there. So after waiting the standard 30 minutes, I finally got called in. A nurse did my blood pressure and EKG. She then asked me to wait in the customary small waiting/exam rooms.

I waited for Dr. Schwartz to show up. The door finally opened and in came Alice! My mind flashed two immediate thoughts. Wow, it’s great to see Alice….oh no, the probing! Alice sat down on her little rolling stool, and we had a nice chat about how I was doing since my last visit. I told her I felt I was doing much, much better and I felt like a different person. She said she noticed my improvement. I explained to her that the medication I was taking was giving me some negative side effects. She asked me if I was taking any other medication, and I told her about Questran. She asked if I had high cholesterol since that was normally what Questran was for, but I told her I’d been taking it ever since the gall bladder surgery. She understood and made a comment that perhaps *she* should be taking it because she had high cholesterol. I looked at her in wonder because she was such a small, thin girl. She said her weakness was her love for cookies.

Anyway, she continued the exam and my probing fear was relieved because she was going to send me to a specialist to do the probing and to do another urine sample since mine was not quite ‘normal.’ Something to do with protein, I dunno. She said the other tests came out normal, and that I was fine and healthy. I thanked her and told her it was good to see her…

Days later, she was stuck in my head. Remember the conversation I had with her when she told me she loved cookies? Well for some stupid reason, I just couldn’t let that go. I remember thinking to myself what a great catch this girl would be for some lucky guy. She was smart, funny, caring, down-to-earth, and extremely pretty. But I was her patient, sort of. I had no chance, right? Still, I wanted to do something nice for her. And then I remembered the cookie conversation. So I thought to myself, hmmm, Alice said she liked cookies, I’ll send her cookies…