Would You Date A Gynecologist?
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Hugs Sig and thank you. You were missed as well!Hey misery chastain loves co. ! You have been missed.
Tell us, again, about the dentist who had ...extra large... testes? (Man Spreading? The Blob?)
(BTW-the cool and goodie-roonie The Walking Dead satchel thingy you sent me? Still going strong and my students think I'm cool.)
You remember the "boulders!"
They're still there....
(glad you like the satchel thingy
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Same answer as the gynecologist. But one of my favorite life stories involved a urologist. I've told it here before, but it's been a while, so here goes.
Grandma was pregnant with our third, a happy little surprise, but we talked and decided that was enough pregnancies, and I went in to get snipped. It was relatively cheap back then, ninety bucks for the whole show.
It was an outpatient procedure. I'm on my back on on the examining table, looking at a stupid little picture of a waterfall that's been taped to the ceiling, and I have trou and undies around my ankles. The doc says, "Don't move," and does the needle thing with the local anesthetic where he's about to cut.
Then he says, "Were you a Marine?"
Well, that stopped the mental presses for a moment. You get thoughts like, "What, did they give me a secret tattoo?" Or, "Why, are they made of steel?" But what I said was, "As a matter of fact, I was. But why in the world did you ask?"
He said, "I was in the Army, and I treated all the branches of the military. You tell everyone not to move when you give the local. The Marines were the only ones who never did."
True story.
Now, I did develop an infection, which cut into his profit margin quite a bit because he didn't charge for treatment of it, and that wasn't pleasant, and it was another whole interesting story, but not a fun one.
Grandma was pregnant with our third, a happy little surprise, but we talked and decided that was enough pregnancies, and I went in to get snipped. It was relatively cheap back then, ninety bucks for the whole show.
It was an outpatient procedure. I'm on my back on on the examining table, looking at a stupid little picture of a waterfall that's been taped to the ceiling, and I have trou and undies around my ankles. The doc says, "Don't move," and does the needle thing with the local anesthetic where he's about to cut.
Then he says, "Were you a Marine?"
Well, that stopped the mental presses for a moment. You get thoughts like, "What, did they give me a secret tattoo?" Or, "Why, are they made of steel?" But what I said was, "As a matter of fact, I was. But why in the world did you ask?"
He said, "I was in the Army, and I treated all the branches of the military. You tell everyone not to move when you give the local. The Marines were the only ones who never did."
True story.
Now, I did develop an infection, which cut into his profit margin quite a bit because he didn't charge for treatment of it, and that wasn't pleasant, and it was another whole interesting story, but not a fun one.
...my granddad, the old Country Doctor-would have summed up this whole discussion with a phrase he often used-"Hang em on a clothesline-they all look the same"......btw, great story man.....
