May 22, 2012
A couple of Fellows stroll into the room in which I wait.
I wonder why guys
Thought the med onc was supposed to be female
The taller of the two asks my permission
to talk to me explaining that he
is shadowing the Real Doc.
"Sure thing, shoot-" I reply.
This is a teaching hospital after all.
The tall doctor is dark and sort of cute
in the way that smart guys who wear glasses
After he asks many questions, he asks if he may examine me.
The Second Fellow just stands to the side.
He does not speak.
I nod and amble over to the patient chair which reminds me of a throne- set up high and prominent like that.
Tall doctor taps my reflexes,
looks in my ears and eyes and
down my throat.
But I know what he is really after
my interesting breasts.
And then he ask if he may take a look.
Short doc just stares.
Oh, baby, the sudden allure of my saggy and scarred sixty-year-old breasts.
Oh what the hell, I think to myself
I pull up my shirt and bra
This won't be the first time I've done this for a fellow
but the first time for two at once!
The above incident calls to mind one of my favorite silly songs.
Enjoy Gloria Graham while she sings "I Caint Say No" from Oklahoma.