Tuesday, February 22, 2005

As I walked toward the room where I’d be inspected by a doctor, I remember thinking, “Hmm, I hope I get a cute one.” Come on, I rarely go to a hospital, and it’s only fair that in my one visit I get a cute doctor. It’s a God-given right… guaranteed to all fugly men by their creator. Alas, I looked around me… the odds were against me. Most of the nurses/doctors I saw were at least twice my age.

A nurse took me into a room. She placed two white things on a small bed as she said, “get undressed.” I almost asked, “What, no foreplay first?”

With the door close and the nurse gone, but with the imminent possibility of someone walking-in on me, I began to undress, doing my best to suppress my giggling. Yeah, I’m immature like that. As I put on the clinical gown, I found it sort of strange. I thought, “Does this go on like a shirt? With the open side on the front? Won’t it stick out?” The doctor removed my doubts when she came in the room. She chuckled and said, “you have it on the wrong way.”

So anyway… I was climbing up a wall on Thursday morning (at work) when I fell and hurt my left buttock. The doctor says I’m okay, so save your prayers for a rainy day… 🙂 Actually, no. There’s this girl in my Sociology 411 class… she sends me good vibes… go ahead and see what prayers can do. 🙂

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