Why You Should Not Take Your Hubby to the Doctor
This story is why you shouldn’t take your hubby to the doctor with you. By the time I finish writing this article he will have already called all his friends and shared this story. Gotta love him! And they say girls are the gossips! LOL
I have been in bed sick for four days. I was assuming it was the flu and yesterday my mom (who is always right) said that she believed it was strep. Since my mom’s diagnosis are always right, I woke up this morning and immediately called the doctor for an appointment for today. As a result of having balance issues I decided to let my hubby accompany me to the doctor (mistake number one!).
We checked in to the doctors office without any fanfare. Before I even had a seat in the waiting room they had already called my name. My husband just followed me right into the patient room. I sit on the bed and he sits down in a chair between counter and the scale.
While the nurse is quizzing me on my ailments my husband is continuing to use his stand up comic routine on her. She would not crack. He took this as a personal challenge to get this nurse to bow to his comedic prowess. He got her so distracted she forgot to take my blood pressure and pulse. After she left the room he expressed his disappointment in her not even letting a fraction of a smile show.
She comes back in to take my blood pressure and pulse. He continues on with his normal humorous tactics. This time she caved a little with a giggle. When she went out in the hall you could hear her telling her co-workers what he had said. My hubby wasn’t quite satisfied with her giggle.
This time she forgot to take my weight…she enters the room again to take my weight (I hate this part of any exam). I get up on the scale thinking about how the weight will not be accurate because I am fully clothed and so begins the process. She slides that bottom part over to 150…which is normal. Then she slides that bottom part over to 200…I was like no way! I turn to the nurse and said with a rather insulted tone, “Hey, get that thing off of 200! I’m not weighing anything close to 200!” All of the sudden my husband busts out in laughter. God love him. The nurse sees it first. Then I see it. He had his foot on the edge of the scale pressing down as hard as he could…the little stinker. He had me topped out at 233!
Once again the nurse goes into the hallway in hysterics over my husbands antics and tells all her co-workers about it. When the doctor comes in she has already heard the story too and is chuckling about it. By the time we hit the checkout they had heard the story as well.
By the time we arrived back at the house he had already called four of his friends and relayed this story. When I called my mother to tell her about her diagnosis being correct, she had already heard the story. This is why you should not take your hubby to the doctor!
It does take a special kind of person to find humor in any situation…LOL He has kept me in stitches for over 20 years now!
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