OK so after the traumatic talk about having to get the (nuggets checked) as my friend Tami calls them. He was ready to face his fears and head to the doctors. I asked my sister to come along for reinforcements. Since daddy who was in the first place not making things any better had to work.
Now Jr. Chef has been a comedian since the day he was born. He is just like my dad. They are two of a kind. People with the ability to always make you laugh. People with good hearts and great spirits. Now this is the first time that my sister went along with me to an appointment. So she was not prepared for what he was about to throw her way. But yes I am an expert and the doctors and nurses know him all too well. But you would think they would prepare themselves a little better.
Arrive at doctors office:
Nurse: Please step on the scale
Jr. Chef: One foot on, One foot off. Holding himself up against the wall. You name it so he doesn't give the correct reading.
Nurse: Come on now you know what you have to do.
Momma: If you don't get your but on that scale and stop playing around. I am going to get daddy on the phone.
Jr. Chef: Standing like a soldier
Nurse: OK let's measure your height. Please take off your shoes.
Jr. Chef: Walking over to the measuring section ignoring her and trying to be measured with his shoes on.
Nurse: Shoes off please
Jr. Chef: Yes but if I leave my shoes on I'll be taller.
Nurse: Yes I know but that is not the correct reading
Jr. Chef: Darn
Nurse: You are 5' 1 1/2"
Jr. Chef: Wow I am almost 6 feet.
Nurse: No not really
Jr. Chef: Look just work with me here. I am looking into my future.
Momma: Just laughing in the corner shaking her head and giving him the Momma Look. Yea you know the look. Like pull that crap again and I am gonna get ya.
Now in the room:
Jr. Chef: OK so what exactly has to be done today?
Momma: I already told you this.
Jr. Chef: I want to hear it out of her mouth the mean things she is going to do to me
Nurse: Well I think you are here for shots and a physical
Jr. Chef: SHOTS??? What do you mean shots? I didn't know I had to get shots!! ( LIAR)
Momma: Don't you start again.
Nurse: Didn't you know what you were coming for?
Jr. Chef: Nope my mom doesn't tell me anything!!
Everyone is laughing at this clown that has appeared in the room.
Jr. Chef: Well how many shots?
Nurse: Well it depends. It can be one or two?
Jr. Chef: Or do I have options of how many shots I can get?
Nurse: No lol it depends on what you are required to have and what you may need to renew.
Jr. Chef: Well you just said I have options. That doesn't sound like it.
Nurse: The doctor will be in any moment
Doctor walks in
Doctor: I see that you are here for your physical.
Jr. Chef: yeah OK so what does that mean to you?
Doctor: Well we have to take care of your shots. We also have to check you and make sure everything is OK.
Jr. Chef: What is everything?
Momma: Speaking to doctor telling her that I had advised him what was to come.
Jr. Chef: Do you think I am going to let you in my pants?
Doctor: Mouth dropped well I need to make sure you are OK it doesn't hurt.
Jr. Chef: How do you know it doesn't hurt? Do you have nuggets being checked by a woman doctor?
Doctor: No but I know I am not hurting you. (Explains the procedure)
Jr. Chef: Well if it is that easy then I can go in there myself and tell you how they are doing.
Doctor: It doesn't work that way.
Momma: Giving him the stare
Jr. Chef: Well who better than me to know if my nuggets are feeling well!!!
Needless to say he did get everything done. He gave her a hard time with the breathing, the back straightness checking, the walking etc etc.
Don't get me started how long it took to get the needle in his arm. For him to say later " wow I worried for nothing".
Yes people a 15-20 appointment lasted a little over an hour.
The award for how to beat up your doctor and mom at that same time goes to JR. CHEF!!!!