“Doctor, doctor! Come quick. Little Johnny just swallowed a razor-blade.”
“Don’t panic, I’m coming immediately. Have you done anything yet?”
“Yea, I shaved with the electric razor.”
“Doctor, doctor, You’ve got to help me! I just can’t stop my hands from shaking!”
“Uh oh! Do you drink a lot?”
“I try, but I spill most of it!”
“Doctor, doctor, will I be able to play the violin after the operation?”
“Yes, of course…”
“Great! I never could before!”
A man speaks frantically into the phone, “My wife is pregnant, and her contractions are five minutes apart!”
“Calm down. Is this her first child?” the doctor queries.
“No, you idiot!” the man shouts. “This is her husband!”
Doctor: You’ve got to lose some weight! You’re way too fat!
Patient: I want a second opinion!
Doctor: You’re ugly, too!
After we finished our shopping, we walked across the square to the corner drugstore for ice-cream to pass the time for Mama to go see the doctor. We slid into a booth where I had to make a huge decision: chocolate, strawberry, or vanilla. I worried over it, quizzing Mama and Annie which was best, finally choosing vanilla, just like I always did. Annie let Continue reading
Another story about my mother, who at eighty plus is always up for a laugh. We recently visited her cardiologist for a routine checkup. She’s been seeing him for years. Noticing a few gray hairs, she studied him seriously. “Can you recommend a good cardiologist?” Continue reading
Daddy loved going to doctors and taking medicines. He walked through one morning as Mother’s friend mentioned she was seeing Dr Bert Mason, praising him to Mother. Upon hearing this recommendation of a doctor he had no experience of, his ears perked up. Pondering Shirley’s recommendation as he went about his business, he did a total body assessment, trying to determine what imperfect body part might be most in need of attention. Like most people over forty, at any time he could likely zero in on problem or two. His knee was cranky, uncomfortable in foul weather. Seasonal allergies were an ongoing problem. Indigestion was a common visitor. Maybe he should see Dr. Mason. He made a note to have mother call for an appointment when he got back in the house.
Two weeks later, they hurried in to the doctor’s office. He settled in while Mother registered him. They were the first ones to be seen after the lunch break. As they waited, a couple of patients joined them. In less than five minutes, the nurse called out, “Billie Swain?” He was surprised to be called Billie, but followed her into the bowels of the clinic. As Mother waited, the room quickly filled with patients. Before long, Mother notice a commonality. The patients were all women, mostly obviously pregnant, or nursing newborns. Realizing there was nothing to be done, she settled back, looking forward to Daddy’s reaction to his visit with Dr. Mason, M.D., OB/GYN.
Within minutes, Daddy slipped out the door in the rear of the waiting room, signaling as he made his way out the door, hoping to escape notice.
My nine-year-old daughter called me at work one weeknight asking permission to sleepover with a friend. The question was a formality, since she knew the answer. No week night sleepovers. I hadn’t met or spoken to parent. A doctor was listening when I got message my daughter called. He could only hear my end of conversation. After her request for permission, I merely said, “No, her mother is a child molester and her father is a murderer.” I hung up and went back to work. “What the Hell was that?” He asked. “Oh, my daughter wanted to sleepover at the neighbor’s”. He spewed coffee on his chart
I was reporting back to a doctor on his agitated emergency room patient I had just been caring for. Meaning to say, “He was really bucking and fighting.” I got tangled up and said “f–cking and biting.” Trying to recover before the doc reacted, I snapped back,” but fortunately I didn’t get bit!”
After we finished our shopping, we walked across the square to the corner drugstore for ice-cream to wait for time for Mama to go see the doctor. We slid into a booth where I had to make a huge decision: chocolate, strawberry, or vanilla. I worried over it, quizzing Mama and Annie which was best, finally choosing vanilla, just like I always did. Annie let Continue reading
As I walked in my first grade classroom in December 1956, I wondered what all the excitement in the back of the room was about. The kids were buzzing around a mushy, malodorous pile of paper towels on the floor. “What happened?” Continue reading