If I Were a WeaponI know you've all been wondering, but I'm still battling that wart on my thumb that I wrote about months ago. I'm on my seventh (!) treatment. And so far, not much has happened.
The doc, whom I really like, said I could continue treatments if I chose to do so. And then he followed that up with a lame joke you know he's been using since residency: hey, it's no skin off my back! I called him on it.
But on the way to the appointment, I overheard two female hospital employees:
Girl 1: So what was yours?
Girl 2: A weapon. A DEADLY weapon. But I got away with it.
Yikes!
Song by: Suzanne Vega
The doc, whom I really like, said I could continue treatments if I chose to do so. And then he followed that up with a lame joke you know he's been using since residency: hey, it's no skin off my back! I called him on it.
But on the way to the appointment, I overheard two female hospital employees:
Girl 1: So what was yours?
Girl 2: A weapon. A DEADLY weapon. But I got away with it.
Yikes!
Song by: Suzanne Vega
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May I just add my thanks for not giving us a picture? Profound gratitude.
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