Friday, October 14, 2005

A Jewish Queer by the Name of Walter Gerash

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Boy, that got 'less and less' as I got 'more and more.' I'll try, as my first order of business tonight, to make it clearer:

Some years ago I visited the local Kaiser dermatology clinic (the one mentioned last week) and had a small lesion removed from the bridge of my nose. The biopsy showed that it was a carcinoma (basal cell or squamous cell - I forgot) and I was advised to do a followup at the downtown clinic, where they would take more tissue in order to see if there was any remaining carcinoma. A nurse at the local clinic gave me the card of one of the downtown physicians and suggested I make the appointment with him. I thought it odd that she would do this.

In fact, I was so certain that Walter L Gerash was yet again involved with my personal medical business that I made it a point to request the suggested physician (who was a PJ). I made the appointment and arrived at the downtown clinic a couple of weeks later on schedule.

The good doctor seemed to be ever so slightly antagonistic as we discussed my reason for being in his office, even to the point of 'cutting me short' when I asked the meaning of a medical term (mollus, it think). I had barely got the mo... out when he said - as if I were on Hardball, 'Mole.'

So: Here I was in the office of a slightly antagonistic Jewish physician recommended by Walter Gerash, and he was about to 'circumcise' my nose. Eheh. At least symbolically.

It was at that point that I decided to play Hardball too. I told him that a nurse at the Arapahoe clinic had given me his card and suggested that I select him to do whatever procedure they had in mind for my nose. He seemed very surprised that a nurse at the Arapahoe Clinic would have one of his cards, or would actually go so far as to recommend him over the several other physicians at the downtown clinic. We agreed on this point. He wondered what was going on. I told him that I thought the nurse was acting on behalf of a stalker. He then asked who the stalker might be. I replied, and these were my exact words, 'A Jewish queer by the name of Walter Gerash.'