My thesis for Dr. God

    Yes, yes, I'm grateful on this Thanksgiving evening for all the stuff you'd expect--my great family, a good job, a safe neighborhood--all this is true.

     But this year, I have new things to be thankful for.

     Here's one:  Finishing up the small encyclopedia of medical records that Dr. God wanted us to compile before he is willing to consider letting P. have some time on that super magic proton beam machine at the Really Famous Hospital.  Not only have I chased from clinic to clinic all week--dashing out between my own meetings in a rumpled, panicked mess--but I also had to write up a blow-by-blow account of every symptom, every scan, every consultation P.'s had for the last six months.  I've been typing so fast that wisps of smoke are still wafting from my laptop.  But it's done and ready to be Fed-Exed to Dr. God tomorrow.   I hope he likes it.

    In my fantasy, my phone rings:
Me:  Hello, this is Ms. McCruddy, who is speaking, please?

Dr. God:  My dear Ms. McCruddy, this is Dr. God calling from RFH.  I must say, your written account is genuinely compelling.   In fact, it is such an astonishing work that I've sent the RFH's medivac helicopter to pick you up right now so I may have the honor of meeting an accomplished writer like yourself.  It should be arriving outside your location as we speak.

     THWACK, THWACK, THWACK.

Me, shouting over the noise:  Why yes, it seems to be landing in my driveway!  Oh dear, too bad about the neighbor's dog....

Dr. God:   Please do climb aboard, Ms. McCruddy.  I am anticipating your arrival with such pleasure!

Me:  U'mm, ok....er, can my husband come, too?

Dr. God:  If you wish.  Anything else you'd like?  A red carpet upon your arrival?  Meeting the mayor, perhaps??   
Me:   Well, I was kinda hoping my husband could get some time on your space age proton beam gizmo device. 
Dr. God:    For an author of your stature, anything!