The Doctor is In

"May I help you?" said the young receptionist with a serious tone.

"Yes," I said. "I'm Mr. Chance and I have an appointment."

"Please be seated and Doctor Libby will be with you shortly."

I sat down on the family room couch, and watched Libby the receptionist morph into Libby the doctor. I am in a five-year-old's world.

Enter Dr. Libby: "How are you doing Grandpa, ah, I mean Mr. Chance?"

"I haven't been feeling well at all."

"Please lie down over here," pointing at the recliner chair.

I sat down and laid way back. Dr. Libby climbed up on my stomach, and with her magnifying glass, thoroughly checked my ears, nose and throat.

"I see the problem. There's a monkey in your left ear. After I remove it and you will feel better. Now, Mr. Chance, these are pliers and they will help me remove the monkey. They won't hurt you; I don't want you to be afraid."

"Go ahead and get that monkey out of my ear," I said with a grimace.

"There you go; you should feel better now."

"Dr. Libby," I said, "I also am having problems with my feet."

Dr. Libby took off my shoes and socks and checked my feet. Embarassing, as my toenails are really ugly. Frowning, she asked: "Is the problem with your toenails?" .

"Yep."

Dr. Libby put my socks and shoes back on. "I only do feet on Sundays."

End of appointment.