Wednesday, April 21, 2010
BuGGiN YeT AGaiN
I hate throat cultures. I think modern science should have come far enough by now that doctors should be able to conduct that test by having us spit into a cup. I'm thinking someone should start a telethon for this purpose.
The Banana is also not a big fan of sticks being stuck in places where they should not be allowed. When she was tested for Swine Flu, they stuck what resembled a thinner version of Harry Potter's wand up her nostril in what appeared to be an attempt to swab the front portion of her brain, and she kicked the doctor right in the hooey. That's. My. Girl.
So we discussed ways she could avoid doing bodily injury to the doctor who administered the dreaded throat swab, and I suggested SINGING. I taught her the Kiss classic "Lick It Up" specifically for this purpose. She decided not to use this technique.
Regardless--She was a ROCK STAR. She sat calmly, cross legged on the examining table with her mouth wide open and let them shove that stick down her throat and wipe all around her tonsils.
AND THEN SHE BURPED.
Right into the face of the surprised doctor. And not a little dainty- o- i -drank-my-gingerale-too-fast- burp. A big, loud, long, roiling, odiferous, grumbly rumbly burp.
Again: That's. My. Girl.