CALL ME SNAKE

Seeing as it’s Thursday, it’s time for–you guessed it–Freaky Friday. The starting point for this discourse relates to the fact that someone I know had heart surgery the other day, checking in the night before to get ready for the procedure. His daughter came to our house after school that day, which made me think about the time I had major surgery almost 20 years ago.

The night before I was nervous, which is understandable, and was given something to help me sleep but the drug didn’t agree with me and kept me up instead. In a half daze, I recall seeing a show on TV late at night in which Richard Masur starred. He had symptoms similar to the symptoms I had and went through the same battery of tests that I’d gone through. The parallels were so uncanny that years later, I wondered whether I’d dreamt up the whole thing in my medicated state.

But I looked it up on the web today and found that there was indeed a show that premiered in that year (1990). Evidently I had seen the show’s pilot that night–or actually a rebroadcast thereof–which portrayed some of what I’d already gone through, as well as what was to come.