I'm sick with something that only children get. That adults VERY rarely get. That adults so rarely get that my doctor asked my permission to allow his partner to come in and take a look at me as well, as he had never seen it before in adults. A 50 some year old man, not Doogie Howser, proceeded to enter the examination room. Look mom, I can spell examnination.
...WHAT?!
It's called Hand, Mouth, and Foot disease. It's not a big deal, but an annoyance and slightly painful in the aforementioned locations. I feel like a leper. I was so excited to go home and see Jax this weekend and now I won't, because I don't want to risk his health. I might have cried over this. I clearly got it from one of the kids I tutored last week. Wonk.
Conversely, very un-little-girl-like behavior: I found myself checking a man for a wedding ring today for the first time in my life. Yes, I said man. I usually say guy, but here I am typing about a real live man who did, in fact don a saddening gold band and then proceed to narrate his two year old's Halloween costume. Bam. It was my doctor. And there's another little secret for ya. :)
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