I had a doc visit just last week. My doc (14 going on 15) had a medical student with him (in diapers). Rather than telling me what I have wrong with me, they've decided it's easier for them to tell me what's not wrong. Takes less time too.
While Lavern is layin' hands, I'll tell y'all a funny story. Happened to me.
I went in for my annual physical a few years ago (before I decided the same as the rest of you to avoid folks in the medical profession at all costs) and he had a young intern working with him - looked like Dougie Houser, I swear! Doc asked if I minded the kid doing the honors and I said, "Nope; we all gotta learn sometime."
Kid takes my temp, looks in my eyes with the flashy light, looks in my mouth with the wooden stick...
then he reaches for the bright, shiny new stethoscope hanging around his neck and puts the ear buds in his ears and grasps the other end, prepared to place it...
Hmmm.
You can see it in his expression.
Where the hell....? This woman's bosom is... uh... well, I'll just stick it in the middle!
I looked up at the ceiling and waited.
He scowled. "Ma'am... did you know... you've got a heart murmur?"
I leveled a look at him and smiled. "Really? Did you know you're listening to my bra? Maybe it would help if you put the end of that thing over my heart instead of in the middle of my boobs. I daresay there's a couple or three inches of flesh there you're not used to listening through."
He turned seven shades of red, maroon, purple, and green; then he moved the stethoscope thingy to the right place and managed a grin. "Ah. There we go. You're fine," he declared with as much authority as he could muster at the moment - which wasn't much.
Bet he's still embarrassed, all these years later... or he enjoys telling the story as much as I do.
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