Hey Doc, did ya hear the one about…

I had to go to bed early last night; I was completely exhausted.  I went to a new Orthopedist  yesterday for an appointment about my sciatica and was in full blown Comedy Central mode from the moment the nurse put me on the scale to the minute I handed over the VISA for my co-pay.

Don’t ask me why, I’ve never understood it, but when I’m at a doctor’s office I turn into a stand-up (lie down) crazy comedienne.

What exactly is that all about???

Is it because I’m nervous, because I want to change the subject, or maybe just lighten the mood?  Is it because I feel sorry for myself or sorry for the physicians marching from one small room to the next like lab mice in a maze day after day after day?

I’m not this way at the car dealership that’s for darn sure. If my car is making strange  noises, I lower my voice a few octaves when I talk to the mechanic and  put on my best cranky, in a rush, self-important, puffer face. I’ll sit in that waiting room with an impatient glare, flicking though recipes on my i-phone as if I’m Hillary Clinton sorting through classified e-mail.

Just diagnose the problem and get me outta here Mac.

If my stomach is making strange noises on the other hand.. well, hand me the microphone because I’m gonna be crackin’ some off color jokes for you doc..  How much time do I have, 3 minutes?

The only exceptions to this medical comedy routine are my mammogram (can’t breathe) and the dentist of course where he’s the one trying to be funny and all I can do is nod and snort. Yeah, no one likes to feel that they’re trapped at a lousy show..

I’ll need to remind myself of that when I go for my next annual physical at the OB/GYN.. hands down (and legs up) the site of some of my best performances.

 

 

 

 

 

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