Saturday, January 23, 2010

My World Health Organization tattoo

So I had an annual exam the other day. My doctor is a nice, very kind woman, who likes to make chit-chat during the exam, which I HATE. I hate it all - the exam, the chit-chat, going there at all.

So, I'm lying down, and she's checking, uh, various things. She moves the sheet around and notices my tattoo. Somehow, this has not come up in the past few years. I'm not sure where she was born - she has a kind of Indian or Pakistani type of accent. Anyway, she says "So....you have an interest in the World Health Organization?"

I am not making this up.

I say "No, no, this "The Who" is a band. You know, a rock band..."

I don't think she does know. Her kids are perfect and play competitive soccer in which they travel to other states and both she and her husband are dr's. I mention that just because I don't feel like we're from the same tribe, if you know what I mean...

I think I need to find a new dr.

She was a little sheepish about it, which was cute. To be fair, I'm not sure how much I can like anyone whose job is basically to remind me how old I'm getting and touch me in places I'd prefer they didn't...

2 comments:

K. said...

C'mon! Where's the picture of the tattoo?!

Terri Griffiths-Granard said...

This is so damn funny!