Air gun

I don't like Doctors. The only Doctor I remember seeing regularly was the Dentist.

I was never a pleasant experience - and still isn't today. I put it off until I MUST go and then..Problem solved.

My parents made me go to school every day.

Suck it up - puke? Here's a bag.

Flu? Take a few of these pills and go! Wait - I don't remember any pills either.

We suffered thru the aches and pains.

My brother needed his appendix out once...He made it to the hospital in time thankfully.

All you need is a bandaid. You will feel better later on.

So - I have always powered thru it.

I also cannot wait to get better. I never finish a prescription and at the first sign of normalcy..I'm up.

I have been having some serious back problems. Don't know why. Went the the back Doctor. HB made me. Usually it gets better on its own. So far - still hurting.

Met the Doc. His name is Dr. Something but he prefers Dr. Jeff.

QUACK. (Someone hear a duck?)

He has this air gun. First meeting - 5 minutes. Me, Dr. Jeff and the air gun.

Ok - see you 3 times a week - we will make you feel better soon.

Second meeting - today.

Dr Jeff and his air gun.

I pointedly ask him. Are you going to touch me? Massage me? Crack my back? ANYTHING?

Then he explains that this airgun applies more pressure than his hands - blah blah blah and its a much better device on psi and blah blah blah.

Ok - so that means he is not going to touch me.

Oh - then he adds. It really works well on heavy people too. (Dude, did you just call me fat?)

Yes - I am feeling better - but I always feel better after a while. That's what a backache does.

I do not believe in his airgun. I think he's full of crappola. I think he called me fat.

I do not like Dr. Jeff.

Quack Quack Quack!