I’ll tell who wasn’t on vacation – his doctor’s smokin’ hot nurse practitioner.
Scott wasn’t seen by his doctor on the initial appointment because Scott’s doctor was on vacation. He made an appointment with his internal medicine doctor. The degree of discomfort varied on the day but it was constantly present. But a few times – oh, a few times – life hands me a bulging, ripe piece of fruit and it goes straight to the Internet.įor months, Scott complained of a “pulling and achey” sensation in his lower abdomen. I never meant to become a humor writer the words just happen to come out that way. So if you’re Scott’s mom or grandma, please stop reading.
He said it was fine but his mom and grandma couldn’t read it. I don’t normally ask Scott permission to write about him but this time I did. One of the things I love about Scott is he allows me to write about our family. Writer? Oh, this shit is funny as hell and gather, gather around. Hunter? You’ll never have to shop the meat department at the grocery store. Doctor? Your kids will never see the inside of a hospital unless they’re literally dying. In many ways, the Oregon Trail is like modern life. Doctor? You’re more likely to survive accidents or illness. Banker? You start with extra cash to purchase supplies. Remember the Oregon Trail computer game where we learned how to ford river, caulk a wagon, and then we died of dysentery before reaching Oregon? Your success was largely due to which profession you gave yourself.
