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It's truly incredible how just when the day is going okay, someone throws a wrench in the ___. I'm not great with sayings, so whatever goes there- feel free to put it in for me. Point is: someone screwed up my good day.

So, I enter one of my exam rooms today to see an 82-year-old patient who I really like. He's always very kind and thankful, so I look forward to his visits. And it's very fortunate for him that I feel that way, because if it had been someone else, I'd have kicked him to the curb with a script for some better judgement.

First, he says that I look great which I very much appreciate and never tire of hearing. Before I can feel too great about it though, he whispers sweetly, "are you expecting?"

Expecting what? More infertility bills, a raise for dealing with questions like that, to never wear a loose dress again... sure. Oh, a baby. No, I'm not expecting one of those.

Look, dude, I ate a big lunch. Maybe it was my posture. Definitely not a good choice of clothing. I certainly didn't feel fat or bloated enough today to ask me if I'm pregnant!!!

So, I'm off to burn a certain article of clothing and begin my starvation diet. :) From now on, I only wear spandex to remove all doubt.

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  1. I agree but it is kinda funny coming from an old guy. If it was anyone else, I would have a few choice words! Don't starve yourself...I know you were kidding but do burn the outfit if it makes you "look pregnant"! :)

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  2. I bet that guy felt like a huge ass. He probably just thought you had a glow about you or something. You know you look amazing. Don't let it get you down.

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  3. Ok...I'm just worried about the spandex comment. Can we make a deal that that doesn't start until after we spend 8 days together? May make the break-up easier...

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