Geriatric Anagrams

       Coming home one day from Connie 's periodic followup medical appointment with our primary physician, I recalled that I needed to take care of something before my own next followup with him.  What was it?  The name for it escaped me, but what came in its place was "Octopussy. "  (Wasn't that a James Bond movie?)

       That's how I proceed through life in these days of abrading memory: feeling my way sonically, knowing what comes misses the mark but probably partakes of the word I'm reaching for. What came had nine of the eleven letters in the word I actually sought and finally caught:  "colonoscopy. "