Nathan Exposed: the naked truth about my gay life

I have successfully scared a doctor.

Add that to my list of life accomplishments.

Today, I made the dreaded trip to my doctor’s office because I am still just as sick as I was one week ago. She asked me to open my mouth, and when she looked at the back of my throat, she gasped and moved back.

WHAT?

She said “Oh your throat looks awful!” Her face was all disjointed and scared, like she’d seen a ghost.

Gee, thanks. Just what I wanted to hear. After years of education and medical school, my inflamed throat was enough to scare a professional. What is going on back there?

I became so curious that I started imagining silly scenarios… like what if there is a monster in my throat, and it jumped out at her when she looked inside?

I’ve been staring in the mirror and I don’t see anything. Sure, it looks like I have a sore throat. But there are no demons lurking.

They also took my blood (doctors LOVE taking your blood… I think it’s a sick fetish). My arm itched later and I forgot about the the spot where the blood was taken from. I scratched across the sore little hole in my arm. YEEE–OUCH!

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Tue, Jan 2, 2007 @ 7:09 pm | Filed in Humor | Permalink 13 Comments