There is something about going to the Doctor’s that always makes me nervous. At my yearly physical my female doctor asked me several standard questions. But then she asked “Are you sexually active?” Before I realized she was asking if I am currently getting laid, I said “No, “I like to just lie there like a dead fish and let the guy do all the work.” At least she laughed.
An ER Doctor neighbor of mine told me that at Medical School they were taught “bedside manner” with specifics on how they are supposed to behave with their patients. Medical students were told to act “authoritative and serious,” and to “not make jokes or the patient might not take them seriously.” But who said the patients can’t make jokes?
My Dad always joked around with his Doctors, and would come home and tell my Mom about it. Once he came home once from the Gastroenterologist’s, who up until the early 2000’s were called “Proctologists.” When I was about ten or eleven, I overheard my Dad tell my Mom that the Doctor told him he had a hemorrhoid. I wasn’t even sure what that was at the time, but I knew it was in your butt. I don’t remember what happened with that, butI do remember the joke he told my Mom, who was all worried. Dad: “While the Doctor was up there with a flashlight looking around, I said to him “Don’t kiss me!”
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