X-Rays and Playing Doctor

I wasn't going to blog this weekend, but I am in the middle of the most hilarious little situation.

I'm reading a book (Eats, Shoots and Leaves, in case you were curious) when all of a sudden T comes out in a pretend baseball helmet carrying a clip board. "Hi, I am Dr. T. I will be doing your exam today. If you could follow me to your appointment."

How could I resist?

I followed my "doctor" to his "office" and he told me to lie down on the bed so he could x-ray my leg. Well, alright then. T gets Daddy B's cruise book (the "yearbook" from his last deployment) and says he's going to see what he needs to do. I laid down and he pulled out his camera. The camera has dead batteries because we can't find a screwdriver skinny enough to fit in the hole.

The x-ray was apparently done, and I was told he would have the results soon. All that was left was getting my medicine.

"Oh, what is your sponsor's social number?"

"My sponsor's number?" I rattled off nine random numbers. Dr. T wrote them down on the blue paper on his clipboard.

I came back to the living room to continue reading. About a minute later, the doctor comes back. "Excuse me Ms. C, here is my number if you need to reach me. Also, come back to the office for looking at your leg again." He hands me the blue paper, then hands me a plastic pear, a plastic orange, and a plastic avocado (don't ask). "This is your medicine. Take one every day."

With that, my doctor nods, turns, and goes back to his room.

I mean, office.