Attention Deficit Doctor

Nobody's perfect!

No brains. Period.

First we chatted a bit, two like-minded women just shooting the breeze.  Joan told me about last year’s hysterectomy; she finally dares again to wear white!

Squinting at my watch (where ARE my darn glasses??), I shifted position and grabbed for my pen.  Time to get down to the annual exam.

“So,” I began, “Periods still heavy?”

A curry-ous case

Green curry, rice, and a doughnut for lunch. (Eat as I say, not as I chew!)

I’m good to go for my first p.m. visit, then a carb-laden cloud rolls over my brain.  Chin heads to chest, I struggle with eyelids.  My patient drones on about issues, but suddenly stops, eyeing me with alarm.

“Are you okay?