Dibbs: Honey, Get Some Stones

Oh, I'm not finished yet. One more thing.

I had my doctor's appointment today. That one. And can I tell you, some woman had the nerve to bring her husband up in there.

Let me explain, my doctor doesn't deliver any babies. There aren't any sweet ultrasounds to ooh and aah over. That I would understand. The only thing going on in that office is pure and utter humiliation.

I understand I'm the only single one here, and I anticipate the arguments I might hear, so I will now counter them.

1) Her husband needed to understand her condition and the prognosis.//Sorry, sugar. The doctor gives a folder of reading material an inch thick. He can read it. Better yet, read it together. You can bond.

2) They only have one car. They need to ride together.//Nope. The office is located in a plush, new hospital. Wait in the lobby. It's lovely.

3) She needs moral support.//Well, don't we all, but you don't see anybody else up there with a man. It's embarrassing, what's going on in there. No one wants to look some man in the face and think he knows what's going on with her. It's like a little sisterhood. We all "man up," if you will, and take it like grown-ups. She can, too.

I know that guy had to be so embarrassed. He sort of stared at his lap. She just chattered along, blissfully ignoring the glares of the other patients. Oy, I just can't think about it anymore.