It hit me today.
The realization that every single regular personal service provider I have is female.
My physician: The kind and caring Dr. W.
My orthopaedic doc? Doc Z. (yes, a regularly scheduled bone/joint doctor, mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to play football/hockey/baseball/basketball)
My eye doc? Dr. M. Nice lady. Very funny, you gotta love a good sense of humor.
The last dentist I saw (yeah, a while ago, so what about it?) The incredibly lovely Dr. Kelly. Growwwrrr.
Sweet Alice does my hair. Yes, wise-asses, I get it cut, I don’t just wait for more of it to fall out.
I have started on a P/T program at Dr. W’s suggestion to work out this back thing that’s been bugging me. Wouldn’t you just KNOW that I get handed to the oh-so very beautiful Laura?
So today, early in the morning, I see Dr. A for a quickie 6-month exam.
At 10 am, I spend 45 minutes with Laura. That was something, 45 minutes on a table getting what was essentially a nice massage, followed by her doing stretchy things. To my legs, you sickos. Laura’s a nice girl, won’t have anything to do with the likes of me.
Then tonight, after work, I go sit for Alice. 20 minutes of a nice haircut, a hot lather neck shave and then lie back for the shampoo.
I dig chicks.
