why i can't say everything that flits through my head

Last night as I was painting in our bedroom (a lovely shade of gray (grey?)by Behr called "Anonymous", thanks for asking), something that Dr. R said on our first meeting popped into my head. I'll have to paraphrase because, you know, it's been 4 (or is it 5) weeks ago and there are days when I struggle with remembering exactly what I had for lunch by the time I get LG down for his nap. What I remember him saying was along the lines of

No one ever wished on their deathbed they had kept a cleaner kitchen.

As is often the case, my response timing S-U-C-K-S sucks, so I probably just nodded at this tidbit of wisdom. Or tried to straighten the pictures above his desk with telekinesis. Is that like some kind of therapy test? If you don't gouge your eyes out or leap up from the couch and hurtle the therapist in an effort to straighten them out, do you pass on the treatable crazy scale? But I digress.

So last night as I couldn't help but giggle (do you begin to see why BG offered exactly NO resistance when I said I wanted to go into therapy?) when the most perfectly perfect response popped into my head.

Perhaps you would if you were dying of food poisoning.

Now I just need to figure out how I can get him to make that statement again. Then BAM! I'll hit him with my snappy repartee and we'll giggle like school-girls. That's assuming, of course, that I remember why I wanted him to say it and don't get distracted by that damn piece of frayed carpet over there by the door. Would it be a breach of patient / doctor etiquette if I took a small pair of scissors with me next time?


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3 comments:

annenahm said...

That is indeed an awesome comeback! :^)

SirvonRohr said...

I seem to remember an episode of Sienfield where George had that same problem. I have the exact opposite problem. I have the comment and SAY it to who ever NEEDS it. Like....last week to the division manager. I really need a filter.

Jacqueline said...

I wouldn't take the scissors. Not due to any breach of etiquette, but rather, consider his feelings. He might feel....ehm....threatened.

After all, he does work with looneys for a living.