When the Doctor Is the Patient

I will try to be as good a patient as I am a doctor of Humorous Healing.

Hiya, Big People!  Happy Friday to you!

Well, ya know, I am a crackerjack Doctor of Humorous Healing.  I'm even Deputy Chief of the Department of Humorous Healing at St. Laffalotatus- Mercy-Mercy Hospital.

But we can't treat broken bones at St. Laffalotus- Mercy-Mercy Hospital.  We aren't certified for that kind of thing.  We're only in the business of helpin' people mend broken hearts and lift sunken spirits. 

So when I broke my arm on Monday night, I had to go to Jones Memorial Hospital to visit their emergency department.  I've already talked about this.  And today, I'm going back, to see the specialist who will make sure my radius heals properly. I'm kinda nervous, since I don't know what's in store. 

It's a funny thing, Friends.  I hafta go to Jones Memorial Hospital to see about my broken bone, but I also hafta be treated at St. Laffalotatus- Mercy-Mercy Hospital, on accounta havin' a broken arm cramps my style and makes me a little grouchy.  I can't do the things I wanna do, which is pretty much everything I can't do with a broken arm.

It's weird, bein' a doctor, but bein' a patient, too.  Just a weird, weird position I'm in.  You know.  I'm used to tellin' people what to do to get better, but I'm not used to bein' told what to do to make myself better.  Now I understand why some of my patients don't like it when I tell 'em to do things.  Even when those things make ya better, it's a bitter little pill to swallow, followin' directions. 

Anyways, Friends.  I'll keep ya posted.  I love ya lots!  And I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!