Me: (a bit despondent and weepy) "So, yeah, I screwed up my back this past weekend. My fault. I was stupid. But, since then, I'm in pain, I have insomnia, and yeah it's stupid but I'm really really depressed. I was getting so much better and now this. I need needles and an herb formula real bad."
Dr: (in somewhat broken english) "My husband does this. He work outside like he 20 year old boy and next day he look like this (mimicking him trying to get out of bed) and in pain. I tell him, 'You can't say ANYTHING. YOUR FAULT!!' I understand you depress (she says to me) but you do it.
Me: (me snickering, along with my 4 other colleagues who are observing the treatment.)
2 comments:
That's a good story :)
heh. yeah. My pity party was HUGE earlier this week. poor boyfriend.
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