So, I learn about the match with The Surgeon on Monday following my last day of class and am told he will be calling sometime by the end of the week. So I wait. And google him. And wait. And wait some more. That had to be one of the LONGEST week of my life. So, on Saturday morning, which is exactly FIVE days from when I first learned about the match with The Surgeon, my mind began trying to come up with some logical explanations for why he had not called me yet.
Some (I'm not going to list them all!) of the reason I came up with that may have prevented The Surgeon from calling were: 1) The Matchmaking Service forgot to give him my number, or 2) The Matchmaking Service gave him my number but they gave the wrong number OR he wrote it down wrong (and now he was having a date with another fifty year old Widow, who was pleasantly surprised at her good fortune), or MAYBE 3) He was on an exotic vacation on Bora Bora Island and he was coming back the following week and I would get to hear all about it (I have a crazy, fun, out-of-the-box kind of imagination, in case you have not noticed by now), or realistically, maybe 4) He had several 12-18 hour surgeries during the week and he was just plain exhausted (I know I would have been), or sadly, maybe 5) He had changed his mind about going out with me even though he had not even met me yet (oh, but let's not think that!).
So it dawned on me that I needed to call the Matchmaking Service to see what was going on. Because, the Lord knows that my life is quickly flying by and every day that I wait to hear from a date is another day that I am in limbo waiting for my handsome prince. But, if you recall (from Two Matches blog) I despise having to make phone calls, so I decided that maybe "the end of the week" meant by late Sunday evening (although that did not make sense as Sunday is the first day of the week--but, alas, that is what my procrastinating mind does to me--keeps rationalizing a reason not to make a call). So I decided I would call on Monday morning (I know, I know. Procrastination at it's finest!) if I haven't heard from him by Saturday evening.
As I am working through all the possible scenarios and thinking of reasons to procrastinate, the phone rings. It's.....NOT The Surgeon. BUT, it IS the Matchmaking Service (I do think they can read my mind at times) and I offer a quick, Thank-you, God (I don't have to make the call)! So the Matchmaker told me that he had not been able to get in touch with the Forklift Driver. Oh, wow! I had already forgotten all about him, poor guy! But, the Matchmaker went on to say, I guess you have talked to The Surgeon and have a date planned. After a brief stunned silence, I replied that I had not heard from him. Then the Matchmaker has his moment of stunned silence and says that he had called The Surgeon and left my number on his voicemail on Monday right after he talked to me. He assured me that he would call The Surgeon, again, and leave a message, again. He said to give The Surgeon until the end of the coming week to call. AAAAGGGGGHHHHHH! Another WEEK! I was pretty sure I would die before then, but I decided maybe I should try and hold out for his call.
So, my way out-of-town family (that I only see a few times a year) came up to visit me to celebrate my graduation (explained in A Delay) which would be at the end of my now, busy and exciting week. I began wondering if it would be rude to ask my family to excuse me for an evening in the event The Surgeon called BEFORE the end of the week and wanted to have a date some time before they left. I really couldn't decide what to do, but I leaned toward going on a date even with them here. I know, I'm bad.
So, on Tuesday afternoon, I got a call from a "No Caller ID" number (something that I knew physicians always do). I took the call and it WAS the Surgeon! I tried my best to sound nice and relaxed (not sure how I really sounded). He apologized for not calling me the week before, but he said he wasn't sure what happened but he didn't get a message from the Matchmaker Service the week before and then he was out of town over the week-end (when they called back) looking at another major city that he was considering relocating his business to this coming summer. Hummm, I wasn't sure what to think about that. While it was easy to carry on a conversation with him, he was so soft spoken so that I felt like I kept having to say, "What?" "Pardon?" "Can you repeat that?" I HATE when I have to do that! But I hate it even more when I don't know what they just said, so I pressed on. We talked for about 8 minutes. He asked me where I grew up. How do people always know I didn't grow up in the Midwest? My Southern accent isn't that obvious, is it? Ha. Don't answer that! As it turned out he grew up here in the Midwest but lived in most of the major cities of the state I grew up in while he was in medical school and in his residency programs (something that confirmed that the Surgeon I googled was indeed the one I was now talking with) but it seemed we were not in any of the same cities at the same time.
So, after the light chit-chat, we decided that I should call him on Saturday after my graduation was over and we would schedule a date then. Good. Now I could just relax and get through the graduation with my family AND keep dreaming of the date that I would soon have with The Surgeon.
Proverbs 13:12
The Message (MSG)
Unrelenting disappointment leaves you heartsick,
but a sudden good break can turn life around.
but a sudden good break can turn life around.
If I could, I would insert a satisfied smile and a quiet sigh, right here.
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