I absolutely did not innocently crouch down in front of a standing patient to look at what he told me was an infected leg wound (thinking he meant lower leg) and have him DROP HIS PANTS so when I looked straight ahead, all I saw was "Jockey" ...and shadows of "the brothers." I did not nearly die of embarrassment. And this did not happen in front of a room full of patients. Jaws were dropping a-plenty at the sight of the whitie-tighties. I did not maintain a perfectly professional demeanor (35 years of practice!) and get those pants back up as quickly as possible - then die laughing when the coast was clear. Whoa.
I did not eat an entire container of chipotle hummus with pita chips in one sitting. I called it a "healthy meal," just to justify it. Oink.
I did not tearfully grieve the loss of a dear friend this week; the gentle man who gave Ron Burgundy his first real job. His work remains here on earth through all the lives he touched personally and professionally; his soul is with our Lord. Heaven in Hi-Def, and cameras in His Courts.
I did not maintain my composure on the outside (but bubble like a total groupie on the inside) when I got to visit with Tom Brokaw this week while they were airing "Meet the Press." Just another guy who puts his pants on one leg at a time...oh yeah. And his dog is so well-behaved. Gotta love a guy who loves his dog.
I did not stay up waaayyy after a normal bed time last night doing the Law and Order marathon because I am on vacation, and for the first time in many months have absolutely no reason to get up before noon. And I did not pop a Benadryl, just to prolong the the blessed sleep. And I did not wake up at 0700, only to be bright-eyed and bushy tailed (ok, I'm half right) and not be able to get back to sleep. I'm an old dog; this "sleeping in" is a new trick.
Now where's MckMama's Mr. Linky? Please continue passionate God talk for her and baby Stellan this week. This is the week of his birth!
Tea today: Yogi with triple echinacea