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Went to Dr. Isabel Applegate’s yesterday for a sore throat (Isabel would be my 4 year old niece).
After gently checking my belly with her stethoscope, she declared matter of factly, “Well, it seems that you hab a hawt beat.” Good to know I’m still in the land of the living.
New tool (no idea what they are called, but they shine light in your eyes). One eye, then the other. “I bewieve dewe is sumpting wong wit yow eyes.” Good to know my sore throat includes a bout with pink eye.
Next, my ears. “Wooks good! Dewe is nufing wong wit yow eawes. Just vewy diwty.” Now she’s addressing my ear hygiene?
Turns out I need a shot to make it all better. Oh wait, that isn’t a shot, it is for drawing blood. Two quick pinches, and
“Oh.
Well.
Dewe is pwetty much bwood awl ovo.”
Blood all over. What kind of Dr. did I come to see?
And when Aidan brought his poor sick baby to see Dr. Isabel, she asked him, "Is it a mosquite bite or... did he get eaten by a wolf? How much of him did the wolf eat?"
And I'm sitting here thinking, “Isabel, you’re writing my next blog post right now, whether you know it or not!”