I was sitting there, minding my own business (which translates loosely to "losing at solitaire") when he walked in. He specifically asked "How are you doing today?"
"Actually, I feel horrible, I think I'm falling apart, but, hey, thanks for asking" Then I turned off my iPod and took off my shirt.
He took me by the hand and laid me down on the bed and started to fondle my chest with his stethoscope, and then sat me up and started to bang me with his big, hard hammer, after that, he asked me to open wide and filled my mouth with wood.
Then we just sat and talked for a bit. It was nice.
Not many guys just want to talk anymore.
Pee ess: He sent me for some blood work. He hopes it is my thyroid. If it isn't, I have to see a neurologist. The lab tech said to call in two days.
Pee pee ess: My doctor is hot.