ran 3 easy plus 6 strides on the treadmil at the club house, while will plugged away on the elliptical. He was really good this morning when i got a mole removed... patient and all...he only had three short moments where sitting in the his chair proved challenging for him. when they were stitching me up he said, (bwud=blood, wed=red... all r's and l's are W's)
is dat mine moms bwud? *gasp* hers bwud is wed? hers bwud IS wed! WoW dat's cwazy!
shortly there after he decided he'd been waiting long enough and said, "buh bye. I'm going home." no you're not willem you have to wait for me to drive you. "Well I's just kidding mom, gosh. I'm packing up den. I's just packing up mines stuff. Fow weaow (real) i's just packing up" The doctor had to forego the stitching until she was done laughing.
and earlier, as the doctor was cutting it off, he says, "does dis tun off da wights? I fink it does. maybe, I should twie it and find out!" not comforting when you have a scalpal at your skin. the Doctor just laughed and asked for a back up light "just in case". He heeded my advice and didn't touch the lights (he said he was only joking, if you listened to him you'd think i had no sense of humor). |