This past Friday, I went to the cardiologist for a stress test. In addition to the usually monitoring, they also injected with me with thallium (a radioactive substance) so a gamma wave camera could do some 3d imaging on the arteries around my heart to see if I have any serious blockages.

All was fine until the Dr. started to explain the way the camera works to me in way more detail than any patient could conceivably have an interest. He was clearly talking more to impress than to convey useful information. Still, I was cool with that. Cool until his recitation came to an end, and he said “There will be a test at the end” and fucking PATTED ME ON THE LEG. I smiled and replied “I hope you pass, Sport” and patted his leg in return.

Damn. The look on his face was almost worth the price of my health insurance.

Fucking with doctors may be my new substitute for Twitter.

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