I'm in the exam room...waiting. Waiting. Breathing. Stretching. Waiting. Waiting. Whistling. Practicing pirouettes from ballet when I was 10. Waiting. Still waiting. Finally Doc comes in. I've taken all the black cone things they stick on the end of their flashlights. I've made a decent sized pyramid of them on the rolly stool. Doc nods. Compliments my skills, gives me a thumbs up and proceeds to destroy it. With one fell swoop of her arm. All my hard work scattered and bouncing across the floor. Sigh.
Doc: Need a tissue?
Me: Nope. Think I'm good, thanks.
Doc: Well, you gonna get that, then?
Me: Dontcha wanna keep it and culture it or something? Like for parasites?
Doc: Nope. Think I'm good, thanks.
We both start laughing and clean up the snot and cone things. Together.
I tell this story to show how wonderful my doc is. She is a Mom and a woman with a wildly busy schedule. All the time. Yet, she gets that sometimes we just have to have time to be stupid and do stupid stuff. To give our brains a break. She listens when I say what's wrong, and gives me options on the treatments. Allows me to choose if there are choices to make - doesn't make them for me just because "She's the doctor." I like that. And I like her.
Here's to you, Doc. May your pyramids always be high and your snot be parasite free! CHEERS!