I took Mom to see her Oncologist yesterday. I'll tell you now. If you want an experience that lasts ALL DAY LONG, then YOU take my mom to the doctor.
You do know she talks incessantly. All the way to Gainesville, pointing out road signs, screeching, "Watch out fellow!", if a car gets too close to me, critizing anyone with a tattoo, especially if that person is a woman. On and on and on and on and on . . .
But my mom has finally met her match with words with her Oncologist, Dr. Lynch. (We love that man!) You see, two years ago Mom said to Merry Jennifer, (with Dr. Lynch present), "I hope I haven't besmirched your name at this hospital." Dr. Lynch was quick to point out that the word besmirched had not been used in fifty years or so.
Anyway, Dr. Lynch got my mother good yesterday. Mom was complaining about her recent stomach virus and asked if he had any remedies.
"Certainly," Dr. Lynch said. "A tincture of time."
Mom was really wanting sympathy at this point, as well as a real remedy. But then she thought about what he said, and asked, "A tincture of what? Hey, are you being a smart alec?"
This is EXACTLY why we ADORE Dr. Jay Lynch! My mom dishes it out and he slams it right back at her! As Dr. Lynch says to the interns, "This woman wanted to die, but I wouldn't let her. This woman is 88 years old and is as sharp as a tack. Never underestimate this woman!"
Too bad I don't have the vocabulary my mama has.
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