The Hotty Doctor
So this past Saturday, the spouse had to go to Urgent Care because his middle finger had swollen up, right near the nail (what a finger to swell up, eh).Anyways, after he's called in, I wait about 20 minutes for him, and he comes out - big smile on his face.
I figure they didn't have to amputate, and he got an all-day sucker for being a good boy.
So we get in the car, and he says, "Man! You shoulda seen the doctor! What a little hottie!"
Visions of an old, pot-bellied, gray-haired man with a goatee and glasses infiltrate my head. I'm a bit scared.
"She musta just got outta med school!"
Ah - mystery solved - SHE.
"Too bad it was only my finger that needed attention. I wanted to tell her the problem's a little bit lower."
We laugh.
"She told me, 'I have good news and bad news. The bad news is, your finger is infected. The good news is, I'm not wearing any underwear.'"
At this point, he's looking like a puppy about to get a Scooby Snack as he adds, "I told her to take the finger if she has to, and lift up that lab coat!"
Turns out, a few days later, we're back at Urgent Care. I came down with Strep Throat, so we figured we better get him checked as well.
We're sitting in the waiting room, and I see this really cute girl in a lab coat peek out the door - petite, dark hair, big eyes - big smile on her face when she sees the spouse. He's right - she's a hotty doctor ;-D
She comes out and asks, all concerned, "Is your finger still swollen?" (I know he wanted to say, "That ain't what's swollen, Honey" - but he didn't. I admire his control because I wanted to say it myself.)
So we explain the Strep Story, and she takes us right back - ahead of about 3-4 other people who have been waiting longer than us.
She says she probably just made a few patients angry - but she didn't care - she was leaving in 20 minutes anyways. Ah - we got VP treatment. The spouse musta made a good impression on her during his finger visit.
So she checks out the spouse - to his disappointment, she did not give him a prostate exam - prescribes some more antibiotics, just to be safe, and wishes us well with her charming smile.
I tried not to stare at her name tag - but it was hard to believe she's a doctor. Must be fresh outta the womb of med school. She's a D.O. as opposed to an M.D. - which I'm sure stands for "Delicious One" in her case. The spouse did not want to stare at her name tag, for fear she would think he was checking out her rack. He shoulda gone for it - what a cover! "I forgot to put in my contacts....and I can't quite make out your name. Mind if I bury my face in your name tag?"
The next time anyone asks, "what's up, Doc?" - I'm sure my spouse can tell Dr. Delicious One what's up...and then some.
posted by Joanne @ 7:52 AM
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