I have the best medical insurance in California, provided by UCLA. The UCLA Medical Center has been voted, for 20-some years in a row, as the #1 medical center in the western United States. Ergo, utilizing logical association, it is safe to say that I am cared for by some of the best doctors in the Western World.
Well, today, I had to endure the unlucky ordeal that is a full-body x-ray. I was assigned to a surrogate doctor because my regular MD was at a golf tournament. (I know... How cliche, right?!)
Anyhow, during our hippo-crack-tical getting-to-know-all-about-you doctor-to-patient talk, the following dialogue ensued:
Doctor: Are you currently taking any medications?
MiCHaeL: No.
Doctor: Do you smoke?
MiCHaeL: No.
Doctor: Do you drink?
MiCHaeL: Duh.
Doctor: Are you or do you think you may be pregnant?
MiCHaeL: [after an appropriately pregnant pause] Uh, no... No, I do not.
Either I was given the absolutely worst doctor in said Western World... or butt-babies DO survive. [A pause so impregnated that it could be birthing triplets.] Well, come to think of it, I am late this month. Hmmm...
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Go see "Sicko"!
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