Things I liked

Hmm?

So, I had to get up this morning at the crack of dawn, (actually half an hour before,) so I could trudge to the doctor so we could talk about the sleep problems I’ve been having since they put me on these pills that help keep my insides from reacting violently to most food. After a bit the doctor, a pleasant Persian man, convinces me to try a sleeping pill, but warns me to take it with a lot of water as it is very bitter.

As he wrote the prescription, I comment, mostly to the nurse who is about my age, that that’s a stark contrast to the first pills which taste like cinnamon candy and go down so smooth you don’t even need water. But, as I’m a rambler, and I had had almost no sleep, I continue on that it usually doesn’t matter anyway, because years ago, when I was very little, I for some reason got it into my head that I wanted to be able to swallow pills without water, and so I practiced, (on raisins if anyone was worried,) because that is just the sort of strange kid I was. Then, without thinking, I added that that was about the time I also decided to get rid of my gag reflex, which turned out later to have been very convenient. She looks at me, a little surprised, but then smiles as we both realize what I just said. We glance over at the doctor, still quietly writing away, and she starts to crack up. I make a shush sign, barely holding in a laugh, but that sends her over the edge and we both start giggling. At which point the doctor sort of clues into our laughter and starts chuckling and says “I really love your jokes”.

Now, I’m not sure if he actually heard what I said, would have understood if he had, or was just trying to be included, but today, I got a mild mannered middle aged man to laugh at a gay blow job joke, and I think that that is the sign of a pretty good day. (Or, that I’m a bad person.)

:)