Carol warned me last minute; she’d scheduled this appointment to ‘fess up to hubby a large credit card debt.
Yikes! Have I lost my mind? He’s Hell’s Angel scary, she’s frightened and thin.
By sheer luck, my dog was the fourth in the exam room that day. Five scrawny pounds, a lap technician working her charms.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
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3 comments:
Found your great blog via Dr. D and I love it!
Wow.
These vignettes are amazing.
Sometimes it is what is left unsaid that is the most compelling.
I love each of these glimpses of your practice and your patients' lives.
And yes, a dog makes everything better.
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