Today, at the doctor...

So I finally went to the doctor today to find out that the disgusting pustule on my shoulder that appeared out of nowhere on the weekend was, in fact, impetigo, or in simple words, a school sore. I am 50 years old. And I have a school sore. I must have looked horrified because the lovely doctor said that it wasn't the Ebola virus, and could I please make an appointment to have a pap smear, for which I was due.

I left her office wondering about the word association involved in that sentence, and leaned over the desk, holding out anti bacterial gel, with my credit card, to pay the bill. The receptionist is a lovely young woman, about 20, who had just finished her afternoon tea. To her right was a plate with a tiger head in the middle of it. And around the edge of the plate the word 'Viagra' in cursive script, several times.

'Nice plate' I said. 'oh thanks', she said, 'you should see my bedroom, it's everywhere'.

I was a bit stunned by this. She must be dating much older men. And a lot of them. Either that or she must have been taking the free samples home for recreational purposes. The visual images in my head were going to make my brain explode. Perhaps I could get some too. Perhaps I could be introduced to some of her friends.

Without wanting to intrude (too much), I asked if she really needed it. She looked confused. 'The Viagra' I whispered. She opened her mouth, horrified. I pointed to the words on the plate. She turned purple with embarrassment. 'The tiger' she whispered back- 'I have lots of tiger themed things in my bedroom'.

And then we cracked up laughing. And had to explain to all the other office staff, and patients in the waiting room and everyone cracked up Every now and then you need a good belly laugh. Laughter really is the best medicine. But I still have my school sore.

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