Saturday, May 9, 2009
Rap Sheets
The very first time I was at my neuro's 11 years ago, I mentioned to one of his trainee residency type dr's about his "henchmen" coming in and got a laugh. My file is now two folders thick. Reminds me of my dog, Bandit. When he died I asked for his file from the vet. They hemmed and hawed cause no one had ever asked before. I wanted it as a memento of his place with us. They marked out their fees and gave me his "rap" sheet. I got a kick out of it: Hit by car, run over by garbage truck, shot by shotgun and pellet gun, mange, heartworm treatment he almost died from, snake bit by copperhead, dislocated hip, cataracts, dragging his rear across the driveway, dog fight, fixed, you name it. Maybe Whoever's pet I am will review my file one day and it'll read like Bandit's.
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