I went to the Doctor yesterday.
Just a routine office visit.
Here is what my doctor did:
1. She took my blood pressure.
2. Listened to my back. (I'm very curious what my back had to say to her)
3. She pushed on my stomach.
4. She listened to my chest.
5. And a nurse took blood.
Here is what I did:
1. When she asked for my age I insisted she tell me hers first (she didn't)
2. I changed the calendar in the exam room from October to November.
3. I asked (and received) a free purple exam glove. (I'll blog another day what I end up doing with it.)
4. I read a magazine about child care and how to work my 'glutes'.
5. I tightened my stomach when she was fishing around my belly so she wouldn't think I was an out of shape old man. (She told me to stop tightening my belly)
What the Doctor DIDN'T do:
1. She didn't check me for cancer.
2. She didn't react at all when I tickled her.
3. She didn't fall for the "I've got your nose" trick.
4. She didn't give me her home phone number...you know....in case I get the cancer late at night.
So to sum up:
I probably have cancer.
Why do you call your children "glutes"? And what type of work do you make them do?
ReplyDeleteAren't all children really just 'glutes'?
ReplyDelete(I saw you this morning walking in the pouring rain....I turned around to give you a ride but by then you had vanished)
1) Don't you mean that you probably have "the cancer"?
ReplyDelete2) Your back gossiped about your front.
3) Was it a vampire nurse? 'cause I understand those are fun!
Your poor doctor.
ReplyDeleteYour poor, poor doctor.
Where do we send sympathy cards?
Can she treat The Retahdation or is it terminal?
ReplyDeleteIf you saw me on Comm Ave, I was either just walking to or from Dunkin Donuts, where I killed some time while I was getting an oil change.
ReplyDeleteWell, actually, my car was getting the oil change. My oil is just fine, thanks.
Just make a purple Thanksgiving turkey with the glove, already!
ReplyDeleteYup...near the Dunkin' Donuts.
ReplyDeleteI wish I were a timbit.
ReplyDeleteHowie Mandel wants his rubber glove back. True story.
ReplyDeleteIm more interested in what your chest had to say instead of your back. What would JimEd say?
ReplyDeleteIANO's Back: Get that thing off me, it's cold!
ReplyDeleteHi, Tex! I'm pretty sure his chest said, "Garrrrr! Fill me with pieces o' eight, me hearty!" Oh, wait. You meant No Oprah's chest and not the dread pirate Redbeard's chest? Uh, nevermind.
ReplyDeleteSo, wait, Sparkle...are you telling me IANO is just the end result of someone growing themselves a pirate?!
ReplyDeleteMuch is suddenly explained.
Yarrrrrrr, Cakie!
ReplyDeletedid you try beating her with womb with your giant? i bet she'd know if chicks dig that.
ReplyDeletehowdy Sparkles! i figure IANO's chest was puffed out with his abs sucked in and it was probably his chest that leaked it to the Dr, IANO was faking the taut abs
ReplyDelete3:1 it's in your giant.
ReplyDelete8:1 thyroid.
OOH! Excellent theory, Tex!
ReplyDeleteYou need a plaster (band aid) for that cancer (thing to make you dead).
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