“Name the worst medical procedure you can imagine,” I said to the girls in the classified advertising department today.
“Having a baby,” one of them answered.
“No,” I explained. “This one is even worse. You know when they stick that Q-tip into the back of your throat?”
At that point she buried her face in her hands. Yes, worse than having a baby. At least when you have a baby, you get a baby. Today at my doctor’s office, all I got was a nurse with some of my mucous on a stick.
I think she sort of sensed I didn’t want that thing in my throat, because she was all “nice day” and “how have you been” and then suddenly I’m AAGKKGKHKKGK!
At least it’s done, I guess. And I got a steroid shot in my hip and some antibiotics, so in the get-well sense, I got something for my suffering.