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The Doctor Is In

On Saturday, my nephew pulled out his doctor kit. After giving my wrist a bandaid, he took my temperature.

"Look, Aunt Beth," as he held the thermometer inches from my face, "You have a fever."
"I DO!? Oh dear! What do I do? How do I get better?"
"You have to stay in bed for ten days."
"Okay. I will."
"Now say Ahhhhhhh."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Uh oh. You have tongue-throat."
"Tongue-throat? What does that mean?"
"It means your tummy will be sick for ten thousand days."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh no." 

After sharing this hilarity with a friend, another friend tweeted her under-the-weather-woes this morning...and it was soon resolved that we should ask Dr. Jake for his diagnosis. So I sent him this note:

 Dear Dr. Jake,

I was telling one of my friends that you were an excellent doctor this weekend, and she said that she’s been feeling quite sick today. I thought maybe if I told you what her symptoms are, you could tell us what is wrong with her and how to fix it.


She has a very sore throat. It hurts to swallow. She has a fever, and a runny nose. And her head is tired.


What do you think? What kind of sickness does she have? And what should she do to get better?


Thank you. 



So Terra, here is your diagnosis and prescription:

"I don't know what's wrong. But I think it's fevacore. It's really really bad. She has to jump up and down 10 times to get better.  I love you Aunt Beth"




(If only sickness & doctors were always this fantastic.)

Comments

  1. Umm...could he have given a better response??

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  2. this is AMAZING beth.

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  3. kat - i know. I KNOW. boy genius.

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