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.
