I guess I just did, but there is far more to one than just spelling it. I found out for my very first time Monday. Thankfully, there were no problems that necessitated it, but my doctor at my annual checkup said that it was my time.
It was my time. Ugh! What a bummer!
Just before the doctor began the procedure, I told him that I had a joke for him.
He was game and paused a few moments for me to tell a joke, actually a true story.
Years ago I was visiting a parishioner in the hospital sadly known as the town grump. As I stood there with him about to pray, his doctor came him and told him he had bad news. I knew the doctor well and he turned his head away from the member and winked at me.
"You've got a very rare and serious condition, Odel," Doc Sands said. "I don't see this very often he continued, but it is very serious."
Odel looked shocked and concerned. "Shoot straight with me Doc. What is it?"
"Optic-recitus," Doc Sands said.
"That sounds bad, Doc. I've never heard of that one. What is it," Odel quizzed?
"It is rare and it isn't good, Odel," the town doc continued.
I was unsure just where the doctor was going with this, but I knew it was going to be good.
"Yes," Doc told Odel, "You've got optic-recitus, and a very bad case of it."
Odel asked, "What is it? Doesn't sound good to me."
"Well, it is when the optic nerve gets crossed with nerves in the rectum and it gives you a very crappy outlook on life," Doc grinned as he walked out the door.
I was about to burst wide open but couldn't. Yet, I knew the doc was right.
Monday, Dr. Gopal laughed at my joke as I grinned into sleep. And that is the end of this story!