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A Non-Event, Not Even In The Papers Big women are rare. I saw one two days ago. She was standing tall asking a doctor what the hell he was doing. The man said he was checking her pulse. There? she said. He said he wanted to make sure blood was pulsing through her angina. I can tell you’re no doctor. You aren’t even a nurse. He said sorry and left. She went to tell a nurse what had happened. The nurse did not laugh. A doctor followed up and did not laugh either. The doctor prescribed 2 kinds of pills. The nurse stated to the lady that her pulse was fine. The woman got dressed, and went and had lunch. She met her Mom who was unfortunately in town. Never told her a thing.
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
A Non-Event, Not Even In The Papers
A Non-Event, Not Even In The Papers Big women are rare. I saw one two days ago. She was standing tall asking a doctor what the hell he was doing. The man said he was checking her pulse. There? she said. He said he wanted to make sure blood was pulsing through her angina. I can tell you’re no doctor. You aren’t even a nurse. He said sorry and left. She went to tell a nurse what had happened. The nurse did not laugh. A doctor followed up and did not laugh either. The doctor prescribed 2 kinds of pills. The nurse stated to the lady that her pulse was fine. The woman got dressed, and went and had lunch. She met her Mom who was unfortunately in town. Never told her a thing.
daniel-gallik
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
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