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If I was a doctor dealing with geriatric patients, I would have a hard time being sympathetic to all of their aches and pains.
I’d just write on my little doctor sheet, “Diagnosis: Old.” Sometimes I might mix in an “Old as hell” if he or she was really complaining.
So yesterday I accidentally cut my hand through a potato.
Go ahead and chalk that up to one of the dumbest things I’ve ever done.
Went to the doctor today to get some butterfly stitches, and she instructed me to keep my wounded appendage clean. Since I only occasionally rub my hands in raccoon droppings, I feel like I should be able to manage that, but I’ll keep you posted.