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September 30, 2006
Doctor, Doctor.
We had not been married long. Less than a month, I'm certain.
As we lay in bed my wife-at-the-time turned to me and said, "There are still some things I don't know about you."
"Like what," I said.
"Like who your doctor is. That could be important to know. What if I need to take you to the doctor some day."
"If you need to take me to the doctor," I said, "I'll tell you who he is."
"What if you're in a coma or something."
"Sweetie," I replied, "If I'm in a coma take me to the first doctor you can find."
Posted by delmer at September 30, 2006 6:56 PM