I’m lying on the exam table in my doctor’s office the Wednesday before my wedding. The room seems bleary through my watery eyes. It probably smells like antiseptic, but how would I know my nose has been stuffed up for four days now.
No amount of NyQuil has helped me. I have a raging head cold. With only three days to go before my wedding, I’m seeking professional help.
The door pops open. My doctor is reading my chart when she looks at me, doing a double take.
“Oh, you very ugly for your wedding,” she says. “You’re nose all red. Watch you going to do?”
I blink not once, not twice, but three times. “I don’t know, go to my doctor.”
Ugly indeed.
Dang, those bugs sneak up at the worst times huh!
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Maybe it was a sign, Andy. Thanks.
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I had a black eye from an elbow in a basketball game. Looked like Rocky Balboa. (marriage didn’t last and the black eye went away)
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John, I hope the marriage lasted longer than the black eye or maybe not. It would be nice to just pull these things off like a band aid and get on with life.
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Yes, it went fifteen years before I called time out.
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Great opening line! Many tales, tall and short ones.
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Thank you, I also enjoy your website. I love dancing in the rain.
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Thanks, Deidra!
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At least your gown was gorgeous.
My father stepped on my train as he gave me away at the alter. I shoudda taken the hint.
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I take it is didn’t turn out so well. Neither did one with great pictures. Thanks.
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Nope. 😛
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I must say, your blog is highly addictive. Can’t for the love of God can I say where the past half hour flew by!
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I wasn’t expecting the doctor to say that. Great!
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Oh my. I would never…
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I had a doctor like that…once.
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