I love this self imposed challenge that I placed on myself regarding blogging my way through the alphabet but there are some days when it's a challenge.
For instance, like today.
I could cheat and blog about something that starts with "un" (fill in the blank) but then that would really just be blogging about the fill in the blank word while in the process of "un"doing it.
Hmmm....
For obvious reasons, I can't blog about Youtube even though it sounds like it might have worked if everyone wasn't so smart;) LOL, that might have been fun. Oh wait, I can still use that for the "Y" blog.
For instance, like today.
I could cheat and blog about something that starts with "un" (fill in the blank) but then that would really just be blogging about the fill in the blank word while in the process of "un"doing it.
Hmmm....
For obvious reasons, I can't blog about Youtube even though it sounds like it might have worked if everyone wasn't so smart;) LOL, that might have been fun. Oh wait, I can still use that for the "Y" blog.
Oh, I know! I can talk about the doctor’s appointment I went to with my husband yesterday when he went to a Urology appointment.
So I guess he’s at that age where he needs to get check out once in a while and I went for moral support. He warned me before going that I would be waiting in the waiting room which was no big deal as I had a book with me.
Hubby kind of had this look of dread on his face. In addition, he had the absence of chatter about him. When pressed he tells me that "what you really want in an urologist is for the doctor to be a woman with really small hands."
Okay, Honey. I'll take your word for it.
One of the first things I noticed as we’re sitting there, hubby filling out paper work, is that everybody waiting are really old. There were 5 other patients waiting to be seen and they all had silver white hair, no disrespect meant to the elderly but I was kind of surprised to see that everyone looked to be approximately 75 years old.
I glanced back my hubby wondering if he happened to age more and I missed it along the way. Nope, though he has some gray hair there is still quite a bit of dark hair mixed in with it.
He finishes his paper work and walked over to the receptionist/nurse station and I paid attention to see if he lumbered, wobbled, or limped in his route because I’m starting to question that maybe he really did age and he’s masquerading as a younger version of himself.
After the nurse calls him back, two other gentlemen walked in, completely gray. I’m convinced, we’re in the wrong office.
So I guess he’s at that age where he needs to get check out once in a while and I went for moral support. He warned me before going that I would be waiting in the waiting room which was no big deal as I had a book with me.
Hubby kind of had this look of dread on his face. In addition, he had the absence of chatter about him. When pressed he tells me that "what you really want in an urologist is for the doctor to be a woman with really small hands."
Okay, Honey. I'll take your word for it.
One of the first things I noticed as we’re sitting there, hubby filling out paper work, is that everybody waiting are really old. There were 5 other patients waiting to be seen and they all had silver white hair, no disrespect meant to the elderly but I was kind of surprised to see that everyone looked to be approximately 75 years old.
I glanced back my hubby wondering if he happened to age more and I missed it along the way. Nope, though he has some gray hair there is still quite a bit of dark hair mixed in with it.
He finishes his paper work and walked over to the receptionist/nurse station and I paid attention to see if he lumbered, wobbled, or limped in his route because I’m starting to question that maybe he really did age and he’s masquerading as a younger version of himself.
After the nurse calls him back, two other gentlemen walked in, completely gray. I’m convinced, we’re in the wrong office.
Twenty minutes or so later, my husband walked out and asked if I was ready to go. He seemed more ready to go than me but I grabbed my purse and we left. As we walked down the hallway I looked over at him. He kept his eyes peeled to the elevator doors in the not too far distance.
“Did you get a female doctor with really small fingers?”
“Nope.”
Ah, now I know why all of those men had silver white hair.
After seeing an Urologist a couple of times, the experience and trepidation did this to them.
It’s good to know that his prostate is just fine.
“Did you get a female doctor with really small fingers?”
“Nope.”
Ah, now I know why all of those men had silver white hair.
After seeing an Urologist a couple of times, the experience and trepidation did this to them.
It’s good to know that his prostate is just fine.