Mrs. Who goes to the doctor
And no, not Doctor Who…although I would love to meet him!
So I’m at the doctor. First thing the nurse wants me to do is get on the scale.
Me: Not today, thank you.
Nurse: *blink, blink* Okay, then, just take off everything from the waist up and put on the gown.
Me: Not today, thank you. The doctor can just put the stethoscope under my t-shirt.
Nurse: *blink, blink*
Then the doctor comes in.
Me: Oh, doc, I saw you in the obituaries the other day.
Doc: *blink, blink* I didn’t realize I had died. I guess I’ll go home.
Actually, he was in the obituaries last week. My seventh-grade teacher had passed away at age 89, and he was mentioned by the grateful family for the wonderful care he had given her.
Heh. ‘Saw you in the obituaries’. Not too often you get to say that. I just hope the nurse doesn’t give me a shot the next time I go. I was just warming up for when I’m the cantankerous old lady patient. Old folks do it because they can.