This probably doesn't belong on this thread ... maybe the emotional lability one? ... but since this is a dead topic, and I HAVE to share this with someone and hopefully Sammy will appreciate it ....
At the pulmo's appointment yesterday ... the doctor's a real jerk, arrogant and cold (he almost killed me in the hospital once, when I had respiratory failure and they did an angiogram, and somehow caused me to be bleeding into my abdomen, and closed me up, and I went into shock and they "almost lost me," according to this guy, but somebody figured out what was happening and they managed to stop the bleeding, all of which has nothing to do with this story, except he was part of the team that tried to kill me then saved me) ...
anyway, I've been seeing him every three months for three years now. He comes into the exam room (we've been sitting there for an hour, waiting for him). My husband is there in a wheel chair, I'm there with my walker and our caregiver is sitting beside me, and the doctor immediately begins examining my husband. He's having my poor husband breathe deeply, and tapping his back and peering into his throat, and I enjoyed it for a few minutes because, as I said, I really don't like this jerk, and the caregiver and I are nudging each other like mad, and finally, I typed in my LightWriter, "I'm the patient."
The doctor freezes, then says, "Too f-bomb funny!" and goes to his computer.
And my caregiver and I lost it. We roared, and the doc had a s***-eating grin on his face, and we couldn't stop laughing. As we were giggling uncontrollably, I typed, "I'm sorry, this is Emotional Lability and I can't control it," (which was a lie, as laughter was the exact appropriate response) and he said "Come back in six weeks," and stormed out. I convinced the receptionist to make it three months. Hopefully, I will have stopped laughing by then. I'm thinking maybe next time I'll wear a big sign, 'PATIENT."
If I liked him, I would have tried to smooth it over for him, but I just sat back and enjoyed it.