A few years back, before the Lockdown, I was concerned about some abdominal distension I was noticing, so I made an appointment with my doctor to have him appraise it.
To my dismay, he was concerned as well and sent me for an MRI, or some sort of advanced diagnostic tool, to see what was going on (and because my health insurance covered it, but that’s another post).
A couple days after the test, I got a call from the doctor’s office saying he wanted to talk to me.
“Oh boy!” I thought.
“I can talk now,” I said.
So Doc Cliff got on the horn and told me, “I have good news for you. You’re fat, and you’re full of ****. Other than that, you’re OK.”
I think he enjoyed doing that.
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