Eye Don't Know What to Say

I have Foot-In-Mouth disease in a really bad way. Now matter how funny I think I am, nobody else seems to get it. What's more, I tend to say the most inappropriate things at the most inappropriate times. But I've found someone who's worse than me... Dr. Ophthalmologist (Dr. Op).

I've known the doctor for a few months outside the professional setting because our daughters are friends, and I recently opted to use his services because my previous doc retired. When I saw Dr. Op a couple weeks ago he was courteous and professional... at first. Then he asked me whether I thought his wife looked older than him. I paused, thinking that was an absurd question. Then he said, "Ahhh... You can tell me the truth, I look a lot younger than her. I know I do. And I should, because she's 2 months older than me."

As I've mentioned a billion times on this blog, I am a single mom. Ok. So, Dr. Op started to ask me about the relationship between little Mookie and her dad. I said they don't see each other often and he interrupted, "That's awful. I love my kids so much. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't see them or talk to them every day." Then, in an instance of realization, he put his hands on my shoulders and said, "That doesn't make you feel any better. Does it? Sorry."

Mookie had an eye appointment with Dr. Op this morning and at the end of the visit he started in on why he chose to enter the field of Ophthalmology. He said he initially considered ear, nose & throat, but thought that wasn't exciting...

...That's when he shocked me: "I couldn't be an OB-Gyn because, well, there are just some places these hands shouldn't be."

Good to know, Doc... Good to know.