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February 3, 2002 mind and body
in an effort to climb from The Marianas Trench of all depressions, i visited my deaf-mute psychotherapist, Dr. H. Keller. faithful readers of this journal recall Dr. Keller's warmth and wisdom as they bemoan his ineptitude with lip-reading. one particular exchange from this last visit stands out.
me: "i've been grieving the loss of my marriage."Keller (in sign-language): "i'm not sure i'd describe tossed salads as 'groovy.' "
me: "what? anyway, i think i've been sitting beside the grave of my former life waiting for something to move me."
Keller: "cream gravy or brown gravy?"
me: "why don't we take a break while you get yourself something to eat?"
of course, i maintain not only my mind, but my body. so i kept an appointment with my urologist, Dr. Karloff, for my annual Digital Rectal Examination. unfortunately for him, but fortunately for me, Dr. Karloff has developed a rather nasty case of Parkinson's Disease. my exam was... how shall i say this? ...invigorating. also, in a departure from past exams that had him discussing treatment options in terms normally associated with plate tectonics, this exam prompted Dr. Karloff to nominate my prostate for the cover of an obscure urology journal called Gland Monthly. i'm excited.
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