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i tell my doctors more than they can tell me. you give him a couple of
smacks. he probably needs more than one.
oh, guys, i won my 2nd pair of baseball tickets yesterday. i might actually
buy some for the 4th of july game. but for the most par i win our baseball
games or we see them on tv.
-----Original Message-----
From: Betty Alfred [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
Sent: Friday, April 28, 2000 1:33 AM
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Dr. Barber
In a message dated 04/27/2000 7:27:39 AM Eastern Daylight Time, [log in to unmask]
writes:
<< i conferred on her the "diagnosis" of cp.
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Good ol' Dr. Barber. With a name like that, I wasn't sure if I was gonna
get
a haircut or a hysterectomy. Surprise -- I got CP!
I keep telling that fool neurologist of mine, but he won't change the
diagnosis in my chart. Boy, a few years in medical school, and they think
they know everything. I've got an appointment with him tomorrow, and I'm
gonna smack him good -- WHAP!
Gotta keep that boy in line.
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