After feeling under the weather for the last week or so :cry: with a heavy cold and a hacking cough that kept me awake during the night and was so bad that the previous meal was revisited on several occasions, I decided to make an appointment to see my GP.
My appointment was today and the conversation went like this:
GP: So what can I do for you today?
Me: Explained about heavy cold and hacking cough.
GP: Let me examine your chest.
She gets out a stethoscope and I take my top off. She then places the stethoscope on me and looks at my chest.
GP: My god you are chesty.
Me: Yes I know, but what is wrong with me!!!
It probably doesn't sound funny but those who know me know I have ample cleavage, 42e to be exact :shock: . What she said made me laugh so much I nearly had a coughing fit.
Anyway a prescription for some antibiotics later and a lecture on no smoking, I leave the GP's surgery with a grin. It cheered up a rather gloomy Monday morning xxxxxxx
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