"Mom, I think you should be a doctor."
"Nah, I don't think so. I'm not really doctor material."
"Oh yes you are! You knew that stuff on my face was a fungus. Even the doctor wasn't sure it was a fungus, but you knew. "
"Yeah, but knowing about face fungus doesn't make one a doctor. It's called 'mother's intuition', not 'I'm smart enough to be a doctor.'"
"But, you really should be one, Mom You know EVerything!"
I'm going to cherish that moment forever. I'll be sure to look back on it in a few years when she begins to think that her mother is a complete and total idiot. At least I can say, "She knew me when."
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Hey! You could get a kickback from the Tylenol manufacturers for pushing their Cough and Sore Throat with Cold Burst!
DR DIVA. Sounds good to me. And you get to see people naked. Except you also have to see waist boobs. Maybe you should limit your practice to giving physicals for cabana boys.
Hillbilly Mom, the kickbacks from Tylenol alone would be worth going to med school.
And to make sure that I kept a down home feel to my practice, I'd make sure to have "Dr. Diva" woodburned onto a sign to hang out front. Like the signs that say "One nice person and one old grouch lives here" or "Forget the dog - Beware of children". I love those signs. :)
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