Apr 09, 2010 03:30
Was at the hospital all day long, having tests over and over to make sure I am strong enouh to have surgery next week.
While the poor nurse was trying to print out my medical history, the young woman decided to attemp small talk with me.
"Nice kicks," she said, as I lay on a gurney in nothing but a too small hosp gown, my boxers and my shoes. (Coming soon to a fashion runway in Milan!!)
I stared at her, clueless, cause I had not kicked anyone...yet.
"Your shoes, dude," she said, rolling her eyes. "They look new."
"Yes," I said, excitedly, moving my feet in circles. "My husband in law bought them for me."
"I beg your pardon? You're gonna have to explain that term."
"My husband in law. You know, my wife's husband."
"Your wife has two husbands?"
"Kinda."
She thought this over for a few minutes. Then she looked at me and asked in obvious confusion, "Wait...I thought you said that young man with your mother was YOUR husband?"
"Well," I replied, indignantly, "she gets to have one!"
"Is that everybody?" she asked, sitting back in her chair.
I looked at the wall and pretended not to hear. Till I realized she was looking at me wide eyed and waiting.
"Um, well...my husband and I sort of...share a boyfriend."
"And everybody gets along just fine?"
"Like I said, my husband in law bought me these shoes."
She looked at my STILL PRINTING medical history, shook her head and said "You oughta be on the tv."