Just as I was feeling totally recovered from the flu, my ingrown toenail reached a crisis state. Thank goodness for the divine Dr. Lapidot in Herzlia, who just takes a look at Ezi and grabs the can of dry ice. Although sometimes dry ice is not enough. Anyway I had my toe lazared and I’ll be up and running by tomorrow.
But I think I’ve written about Dr. Lapidot before. It was in his office that I first discovered the importance of tattoo removal to Ethiopian women. It was in his office that I saw an amazing Philip Rantzer composition. It was in his office that I discovered that women my age look good because of restylane. He has saved Ezi’s skin time and again, and if you’re looking for a skin doctor, I highly recommend him.
For the second day in a row Exi exclaimed in wonder, “I can’t believe that there are people who don’t want to exchange prisoners for Gilad Shalit.” He had been listening to radio on the way home, I’m sure, and hearing people – experts and kooks alike – saying that released prisoners with blood on our hands will endanger our lives and we should not trust them. But I would be more scared if I sent soldiers into battle who didn’t know their country would back them if they got into trouble.
