Anyway, we have an odd relationship. I'm one of his younger patients and have been seeing him for 10 years. We've had chummy chats about infertility and adoption and I also drive him crazy because I am crap about remembering appointments and it often takes 2 or 3 cancellations before I actually show... a trait that makes me tremendously unpopular with the office staff and with my husband. Hugh likes it when I go to the doctor. He thinks it will help me live longer. Oh, Hugh!
Now, today was my (rescheduled) 3 month checkup (from October), and I showed up and had to get on the Scale of Doom (I always manage to weigh more on his scale than on my own) and hello, DOOM. So, I say to him, "Damn, I'm the size of a bus" and he says, "Not really" and I say, "How about a nice script for some drugs" and he says, "There really isn't anything good... " and so I suggest a run to Tijuana to see what they're selling South of the Border, Down Mexico Way... and he sighs and suggests that I simply, "Eat Less and Exercise More."
I was like, "YOU GENIUS YOU!" and then I said,
I think I sense a bestseller. 2 pages long. Very helpful.
Bless his heart.
As for me, well it's back to friggin' Curves. The gym of the elderly is just about my speed.