Wednesday, October 29, 2008

No More Advice, Period.

“Why so glum?” I asked.

“I have my period,” she replied.

“No you don’t,” I said confidently. “Three years ago your doctor said they would end within a year. Lettuce see: three years minus one year equals two years of period-freeness.”

“I have my period,” she replied.

“Well then, maybe you should go back to the doctor and have a Pabst beer,” I suggested.

“A pap smear, you dumb shit,” she said glumly.

You dumb shit. Harumph. That’s the last time I’m going to give helpful medical advice.

6 comments:

Kim Ayres said...

I was once sent an appointment for a cervical smear. They were rather surprised when I turned up...

Charlie said...

KIM: Why, were you late?

I hope everything went well for you.

Mary Witzl said...

Pabst beer -- love it. I'll use that as soon as I can!

Koolio said...

I'd rather have a Pabst beer than a pap smear too. I'll have to ask my doctor for that next time instead.

Stinkypaw said...

Sometimes it's better to remain quiet!

Charlie said...

MARY & KOOLIO: Clever, aren't I.

STINKY: Yes, I know that silence is golden. But knowing and doing are two different things when it comes to keeping my big mouth zipped.