Young doctors work in my doctor's office, and they amuse the daylights out of me. So I am sitting there at my regular doctor's office this morning at 8:15, and in walks this kid who can't be a day over 22, and I am thinking Dude, am I fixing to rock your world.
I have shoes older than this child. I idly wonder how long he has been shaving.
He says "How are you feeling today?" and I have to resist the urge to spin some pile of BS just to watch his face. I simply and matter-of-factly launch into a recital of my recent female issues, and without embellishing or being overly dramatic, I watch his eyes get huge.
Then my regular doctor comes in and hugs me, and has me pull up my shirt to show her my incisions. All but one are healing nicely. The one in my bellybutton has some drainage, but that's not unusual for this type of thing. Dr. V says it looks OK, just keep it clean.
I explained to junior about robotic surgery and multiple incisions. He was speechless.
Then Dr. V left the room and the young doctor decided to listen to my heart. I told him I have a very tiny, almost undetectable heart murmur. He moved the stethescope about 10 times and listened intently. Finally, he pulled back and said excitedly "I found it! You're right. It's almost undetectable."
You win the prize, Dr. Doogie Howser. I resisted the urge to do alternating Elvis sneers out of both sides of my mouth. It usually fascinates babies.
Finally I wished him good luck in medical school, and took my leave.
Sometimes I get to put my Drama degree to work. Rarely, but it happens.
It's not usually as easy as shooting fish in a barrel, but whatever...
Michael reminded me after he got up that we didn't get to see a movie on his birthday. So we headed to the local Movie Tavern and saw R.I.P.D. Awesome! Fun movie. I would describe it as Rooster Cogburn meets Men in Black. Check out the trailer below.