67 Pokes

It was inevitable…My family’s DNA set me up long before I was born to be itchy, wheezy, bloated, gassy and perpetually sneezing.

So begins round one of trying to figure out what lies beneath as the root cause of my allergies.

Enter, Nurse Mary.

My greeting to my new lady was “Hello, I Brennan.  You hair is long.  You have glasses.  You see my penis?  SEE!” [Good-Bye underpants]

Nurse Mary, “I’m not that kind of Doctor, Brennan.” [Smile]

Step One...The process began with Nurse Mary drawing smiley faces on my fingers.  Fun.  I’m all about coloring on things I’m not supposed to color.

Step Two…More markers & my back was gently tickled with her artful hand.  Still fun.

Step Three…All of her sweet talk, game play, song singing and promises of a toy reward quickly dissipated when I felt the first poke…and then the second…67 sticks to the back later I didn’t feel the same about Nurse Mary.

As a matter of fact, when the required time for me to lay still expired, I sat up, looked at that nurse lady & said, “YOU POKE ME! I KICK YOU!”

Of course I forgave her, she did give me hand sanitizer and a boingy toy after all.

Until next time, Nurse Mary.  See you soon.