sadist & associates
Friday, September 12th, 2008I have an appointment this afternoon at Sadist & Associates. And I don’t want to go.
I’ve never been afraid of going to the doctor before. Unlike my youngest, who gets the vapors as soon as we mention the doctor, I’ve never once had a fear of doctors. Unfortunate genetics have left me with an aversion to oral surgeons, but the vision of my toothless future is usually enough to motivate me to man up and go.
You know what’s a bad idea? Booking a double appointment at the pediatrician, forcing your thick-as-thieves children to be in the same room when they get shots. I thought I learned this a few years ago, but we old people sometimes forget. Younger boy starts crying, older boy (who is truly one of the nicest people I ever met, in stark contrast to the rest of his immediate family) starts crying out of sympathy.
