A few days ago I had an appointment with my gynecologist. I am still having some trouble driving since the surgery on my right knee. I asked my teenage son, N., to drive me. N. didn’t ask any questions and I directed him to the doctor’s office. He waited patiently in the waiting room with the baby. I didn’t volunteer what kind of doctor that I was seeing but I kind of thought that it might be obvious, what with all the pregnant women.
When we left the office N. questioned me about my visit.
N.-“So, what did the doctor say?”
Me, caught off guard- “Huh?”
N.-“Well, how’s it doing?”
Me- “How’s what doing?”
N.-“Your knee, how’s it look?”
Me-“Oh, that. It looks fine.”
I had a hard time not laughing the entire time I was in the doctor’s office because all I could think of was ‘pajinas’. By the way, I spelled ‘pajina’ phonetically to make it obvious how it’s pronounced. Everyone knows that pajina is actually supposed to be spelled with a ‘g’.
I have another follow-up with the orthopedic surgeon today. N. is going with me. I guess I’ll have to make up a story about this being a different knee specialist….
Wish me luck. I'm afraid today is the day for some scary injections into the joint.