I was at the dentist today, getting the permanent crown on, and I’m done until I get another job.
Dr. Wilson, who really is the nicest, most interesting guy, gave me a copy of the new Seth Grodin book as a present. (He’s a real geek, he loves stuff like this.)
But I wanted the gory details about his recent brush with death.
He had a kidney stone that blocked a duct – and his kidney ruptured. “There I was, minding my own business, and all of a sudden I’m on the floor, writing in pain,” he said.
I wanted to know what a kidney looks like when it ruptures. “Does it, you know, explode?” I said, gesturing with my hands.
“It’s more like when a tomato splits open,” he said. Oh.