No Thanks, That's OK

Yesterday, I visited my electrophysiologist, the surgeon who did the cardiac ablation procedure on me last July, for a six-month checkup. 9The surgeon's always seemed a little standoffish, like maybe he'd prefer playing video games than talking to patients, but now that he's worked on me, maybe we have a closer relationship. I detailed two recent nights when I thought my heart was acting up. 

He said the EKG looked fine, but that if I wanted to do another procedure he's ready. 

I wondered; did he mean, like, do some more surgery this weekend? I saw that 2022 David Cronenberg movie, "Crimes of the Future," a dystopian future where people routinely do plastic surgery on each other, or rearrange organs out on the street, like the way some people get tattoos today, just to keep the boredom at bay. 

I said, no thanks, that's OK (I got, like, plans; wash the dishes, do taxes, walk the dog, anything but plunging a soldering iron into my heart). 

It's a little disconcerting knowing there are people in this world just waiting for some scalpel action to save themselves from another round of Fortnite.