I really didn’t want to wake up today, and when I did, I was sorry.  Not only did I have an exercise session, and a visit to the cardiology clinic lined up for the morning, but the news came on announcing that Deri didn’t care what the high court decided but it was up to Bibi to determine his fate.  

So since authority itself has been determined to be a relative and changeable thing, I don’t need to listen to the Cardiologist at the hospital – I can choose who I want to give my heart to.  

And I went off to Ichilov after a rather exhausting workout with a light heart.  

Not really.  I still wasn’t feeling like waking up, so I asked Ezi to take me to the hospital.  But here’s where the story gets interesting.  There was no room in the parking garage, and after a long fruitless search, I was running late for my appointment.  So I jumped out of the car and ran the length of the hospital to the cardiac unit.  This was no easy task – the hospital is more than a long block long and the garage is at one end while the cardiac unit is at the other end.  

You may recall that the last time I was there, I entered by the nearest gate, and discovered the unit to be 2 flights up and the elevator to be broken.  This means that any out-patient with a heart problem must overcome certain obstacles before he can be treated.

The worst part is that I didn’t really have to go there.  I knew we would be parting ways – I really don’t need the operation that was thought to be imperative two years ago.  And I apologized for taking his time just to show him the tests that show I’m fine.  The doctor leafed through my tests and agreed.  “So this means we won’t be meeting anymore,” I said, tragically, and then remembered that Ezi has warned me that not everyone appreciates my sense of humor.  “Only at weddings and bar mitzvahs,” he replied.  And I left satisfied.

What will happen with Deri?  Sadly, we will see him again and again and again.