Rob asked how my doctor’s appointment went. I told him it wasn’t easy and I was desperately uncomfortable but ultimately I survived. Rob told me I should have approached the situation differently. Instead of allowing the doctor to make me uncomfortable I should have tried to make her uncomfortable.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, for instance, after the breast examination, you could have said, ‘Okay! My turn now!'”
He came up with a couple other ones that only succeeded in making me uncomfortable. I told him although it was an interesting concept, I didn’t think I could do it.
donnaville
sugar and spice and everything groovy
One time (years ago) … I had to have a doctor and a nurse (as a team … it took two to do this) examine me in an unflattering way.
The best I could come up with was, “Hey, Doc … ARRRRGGGGU … let me know if you find my keys in there. I seemed to have … UAAAGH! … misplaced … them.”
Well, the procedure came off without a hitch, and all was well. Great, right? No problems.
The worst was yet to come …
The time came for me to pay for this unholy exam.
I took out my insurance card, presented it to the receptionist and waited for them to do the appropriate paperwork.
As I was standing there, waiting for the clerical work to be done, I found myself nervously dangling my keys.
“Hey, there they are!”, my doctor quipped as he walked by …
To his credit, nobody within earshot knew what he was referencing.
But, I knew.
And to know my doctor, at that moment, was funnier than I was … was the most devastating diagnosis ever.
Rob is right. It’s fun to have fun with your Doctor.
Just make sure he isn’t opening for Nick DiPaolo or anything. Like my Dr. is … sheesh!
N.