A Visit with Our Doctor

For reasons far beyond my ability to comprehend, Travis and I had consecutive appointments yesterday with our doctor--his at 1:45 and mine at 2:00. We arrived at the same time and sat together, as we completed the required paperwork (which they have had on file for years!). About the time I completed mine, I told Travis that I was going to the bathroom, which I did. When I returned, he informed me that he had to go, which he did, but not without telling me not to take his appointment time (I have no idea why he would have thought that I would have done that!). About the time he was comfortably seated in the bathroom, the nurse opened the door to the waiting area and said, "Travis Almand!" I immediately responded with, "Here I am!" and off I went, following her into the halls of the inner and sacred chambers of the doctor's examining rooms, where I was immediately weighed in at 190. The nurse's response was interesting: "Gosh, you have lost lots of weight, since your last visit; are you trying to lose weight?" My response was straightforward--"No, just living right, I suppose." From the weighing-in platform, I was transferred to room #22, and soon thereafter another nurse entered the room. For some reason she looked a bit confused and asked, "Have you been trying to lose weight?" Of course, my response was straightforward (just as you might expect of me): "Actually, no and I have been really worried as to why I have been." She looked even a bit more confused--perplexed is probably the best word.

By this time, the first nurse has opened the waiting room door and said, "Mac Goddard!", at which time Travis realized that I had outwitted him (but I really had no idea that he would be in the bathroom so long!). Anyway, he follows the same nurse into those inner and sacred halls to the same weighing-in station, where he hears this: "Gosh, you have gained lots of weight since your last visit and the Doc. is in a bad mood!" And off she led him into room #23, all the while thinking he was "Mac Goddard!"

What I haven't told you until now is this: I was visiting the Doc to have my prostate checked (something to do with pacemaker maintenance) and Travis was visiting her to have his blood pressure checked (something to do with obesity). Since his room was next door to mine, I had no trouble hearing everything that was being said, especially the part when the nurse told him to lower his pants and lean over the table. I have no idea what happened after that, as my blood pressure was fine, and I hurriedly left the building.

I was about five minutes out of the office, when my cell phone rang; I noticed that it was Travis'
number! I suppose his red cap didn't hinder the prostate exam, though you can tell from the picture that he does look a bit bedraggled!