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manually repaired. Stress in life can do that to anyone. Life is challenging and beautiful all at the same time.
Before I knew it, I was suturing her up, and again sustaining her system by allowing her heart to take it from there. And it did. The technician gave me the thumbs-up look. It was an awesome responsibility, yet from where I sat in my life, it was a once-fulfilling job that just wasn’t quite enough anymore. I loved it. But, more and more lately, I was feeling as though I was the one who really needed heart surgery, perhaps to open up my heart.
After a long day of two successful major operations, I was glad to finally be able to shut it down and head home from a nearly twelve-hour, marathon shift. I wanted to make a decision about who to invite to this award dinner, but the more I thought about it, the more I was leaning toward going unescorted. It just seemed a whole lot easier.
Since Salina freaks out, even though we still kick it, she’s not even a consideration. I dare not call Patricia back after the way we ended our short run. She’s the one who bought me that nameplate, having branded me Dr. Feelgood in the first place. It’s a shame I wasn’t ready for her because whether she was fifty or not, we really were compatible.
Mary Jane and I are just friends, but being that she’s a coworker, probably still mad at me, and kind of shy anyway, I’d better not. Monday is professional and attractive and sophisticated, but I’m not sure I’m ready to bring Miss Freak of the Week around this crowd. Plus, they know she was dating a patient of mine anyway. Besides, she comes off a little strong sometimes. And she just doesn’t come off as the girl-on-the-arm type.
But, for now, I’m thinking Georgia might work. Even though she could have starred in L.L. Cool J’s video for
“Around the Way Girl,”
she does have some class, I think. Every time I hear the lyrics “I wanna eat you like a cookie when I see you walk,” her sexy strut comes to mind. Okay, but the point is, she’s pretty, she’s intelligent, she’s personable, and I’ve known her long enough to where I don’t believe she’d think it means something.
“So, what do you think?” I asked from my mobile.
“I’d love to. I’d be honored actually. Hold on a second, please.” Georgia tried to muffle the sound. “Girls, get in that room and close the door until I tell you to come out. Can’t you see Mommy is on the phone? What did I tell you about that? Go in the room, now. I’m so sorry, Makkai. Yes, I’d love to go with you.” She shifted from sweet, to wicked, to sweet again in no time flat.
“Okay, so do you have anything to wear?”
“I’m sure I have something in that closet.” She giggled, sounding kind of unsure.
“How about if I drop off some money in a little while and you can go shopping for something formal?I’m wearing a black tux with a white shirt and tie, so I’d say all white or all black would be good. Keep it sophisticated.”
“Okay.”
“Fine then, I guess I’ll see you in a little while. I’ve got a quick stop to make to catch the tail end of a USC alumni get-together, but I’ll be by after that. Maybe in a couple of hours, maybe less.”
“I’ll be up. See you then. And, Makkai, congratulations.”
My boys sat at the long, double-sided, catch-action bar at Magic Johnson’s Fridays in Ladera. It was standing room only, as usual. To find a seat in this place is like winning the California lottery. I used to take time to make this my regular hangout, but it had been months since the last time I stopped by. Tonight gave me a reason to definitely stop on by, if only for a minute.
Turning from the bar to eye me as I walked up, Dr. Hightower, the chiropractor, asked, wearing his three-quarter-length camel suit, “So, you’re getting the NAACP award, huh, Doctor? What up, man?”
“Yeah.” I gave handshakes as I walked in and stood behind him and another doctor.
“Oh, you’re big-time
Before I knew it, I was suturing her up, and again sustaining her system by allowing her heart to take it from there. And it did. The technician gave me the thumbs-up look. It was an awesome responsibility, yet from where I sat in my life, it was a once-fulfilling job that just wasn’t quite enough anymore. I loved it. But, more and more lately, I was feeling as though I was the one who really needed heart surgery, perhaps to open up my heart.
After a long day of two successful major operations, I was glad to finally be able to shut it down and head home from a nearly twelve-hour, marathon shift. I wanted to make a decision about who to invite to this award dinner, but the more I thought about it, the more I was leaning toward going unescorted. It just seemed a whole lot easier.
Since Salina freaks out, even though we still kick it, she’s not even a consideration. I dare not call Patricia back after the way we ended our short run. She’s the one who bought me that nameplate, having branded me Dr. Feelgood in the first place. It’s a shame I wasn’t ready for her because whether she was fifty or not, we really were compatible.
Mary Jane and I are just friends, but being that she’s a coworker, probably still mad at me, and kind of shy anyway, I’d better not. Monday is professional and attractive and sophisticated, but I’m not sure I’m ready to bring Miss Freak of the Week around this crowd. Plus, they know she was dating a patient of mine anyway. Besides, she comes off a little strong sometimes. And she just doesn’t come off as the girl-on-the-arm type.
But, for now, I’m thinking Georgia might work. Even though she could have starred in L.L. Cool J’s video for
“Around the Way Girl,”
she does have some class, I think. Every time I hear the lyrics “I wanna eat you like a cookie when I see you walk,” her sexy strut comes to mind. Okay, but the point is, she’s pretty, she’s intelligent, she’s personable, and I’ve known her long enough to where I don’t believe she’d think it means something.
“So, what do you think?” I asked from my mobile.
“I’d love to. I’d be honored actually. Hold on a second, please.” Georgia tried to muffle the sound. “Girls, get in that room and close the door until I tell you to come out. Can’t you see Mommy is on the phone? What did I tell you about that? Go in the room, now. I’m so sorry, Makkai. Yes, I’d love to go with you.” She shifted from sweet, to wicked, to sweet again in no time flat.
“Okay, so do you have anything to wear?”
“I’m sure I have something in that closet.” She giggled, sounding kind of unsure.
“How about if I drop off some money in a little while and you can go shopping for something formal?I’m wearing a black tux with a white shirt and tie, so I’d say all white or all black would be good. Keep it sophisticated.”
“Okay.”
“Fine then, I guess I’ll see you in a little while. I’ve got a quick stop to make to catch the tail end of a USC alumni get-together, but I’ll be by after that. Maybe in a couple of hours, maybe less.”
“I’ll be up. See you then. And, Makkai, congratulations.”
My boys sat at the long, double-sided, catch-action bar at Magic Johnson’s Fridays in Ladera. It was standing room only, as usual. To find a seat in this place is like winning the California lottery. I used to take time to make this my regular hangout, but it had been months since the last time I stopped by. Tonight gave me a reason to definitely stop on by, if only for a minute.
Turning from the bar to eye me as I walked up, Dr. Hightower, the chiropractor, asked, wearing his three-quarter-length camel suit, “So, you’re getting the NAACP award, huh, Doctor? What up, man?”
“Yeah.” I gave handshakes as I walked in and stood behind him and another doctor.
“Oh, you’re big-time
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