I just came from an appointment with Dr. Cameron. I chose him mainly because of his convenient location -- my living room. I left thinking, "Man, I hope this guy has good malpractice insurance!" Here's how the visit went:
Me: Doctor, my arm hurts! I think I broke it!
Dr. Cameron: Hmmm. I think we need to take your temperature.
Me: Take my temperature? Dr. C. sticks thermometer under broken arm. Owwww!
Dr. C: Well, it's happy and sad.
Me: Is that kind of like the old "I have good news and I have bad news?"
Dr. C: Well, it's over Fahrenheit. But I play soccer. Isn't that cool?
Me: Uhhh, just out of curiosity, Doc, where did you do your residency?
Dr. C: Long, uncomfortable silence Ummm, at the . . . hospital?
Me: Thanks anyways, doctor, but I think I'm going to head to the E.R.
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Heehee ... Awesome. Don't you just love this age?
You didn't really break your arm did you?? :)
Well, according to Dr. Cameron, it isn't broken. However, the X-ray machine looked suspiciously like an Etch-a-Sketch . . .
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