Archive for January 17th, 2008

No, it’s not what we had for dinner, although – - -

Our MD moved from a commercial office to a private, single unit home in a residential area – threw the Man right off til he heard the receptionist mention Doc’s name on the phone.

“Where are we?”

“At our doctor’s office.”

“Why? Not me.”

I called his bluff – told him Doc wouldn’t be paid to write the prescriptions for him unless he agreed to go in the op. (Which is true) He seemed to mull this over. Decided he didn’t want the Rx’s. I pretended to not care and said, “Ok, but you are doing so well with your Aricept.”

He relented. Gets in there and all happy with Doc (thank goodness). “You don’t mind my taking your BP, do you?” Smiley, smiley. “Let’s just check that toenail.” Smiley, smiley.

Then he injected my tennis (snow shoveling) elbow – smiley, smiley.