Welfareloser's Blog

now, i could tell you how the baby’s doing, how much weight i’ve gained, what a turd this kid is about not letting anyone take his heart rate…

but really, the only thing i want to share about the visit is this: the patient who got called before me was a tiny little asian woman named “yung bung.”

yep. you betcha i laughed. me and the cute little knocked-up teenaged trailer-park diva sitting across from me in the waiting room – who had already won my heart by loudly and relentlessly ridiculing everything that came out of president bush’s mouth during his televised speech that we were forced to watch because it preempted the programming of the price-is-right-and-soap-opera channel that seems to exist only in ob/gyn waiting rooms – made eye contact, and managed to hold our shit together until the moment the door shut behind yung bung, and then immediately lost it and laughed our asses off.

and you’re all invited to visit me in hell!