Wednesday, July 21, 2010

At least she has a wonderful bedside manner...

Some people have the privilege of having credentials at the end of their name, i.e. "Bill S. Preston, Esq.", or "Trapper John, M.D." Chloe took that one step further. She decided to forgo all letters in exchange for full words. So if you ask her what her name is, it'll more than likely be a jumbled mouthful like, "Chloe Grace Wombacher, Doctor Princess Steve Elwood Willy Wonka Veruca Salt Sissy Widget Wubbzy Steak 'n Shake."

This all started when she got her medical kit at Christmastime. She loves pretending to be a doctor. If we have guests in our home, they will undoubtedly discover that doctors do indeed still make house calls. She'll pull out her stethoscope, sphygmomanometer, otoscope, thermometer and band aid and give everyone a free, unwanted exam. The problem is I think my daughter is a quack. I'm unsure where she acquired her medical degree or if it's even legitimate.

Her typical exams are as follows: Dr. Chloe will jam the thermometer down her patient' s throat, glance at the temperature and with a scowl and deeply concerned voice, she'll say, "OH!.. You're SICK!" If the patient inquires about their health, her answer will be, "You're twenty minutes!" This may confuse her patients into believing that they may only have twenty minutes to live. Adding to their confusion is when "Dr." Chloe has combined her medical instruments with her tool set, which gives her the ability to become a Civil War era physician. Ya got gangrene of the foot? No problem! The good doctor will haphazardly take it off with her saw. With her trusty tape measure, she'll measure your face or hand, and say, "Hmm...you're four hours." This might drive her patient absolutely bonkers, especially after the doctor takes their blood pressure with her sphygmomanometer and tells them, "Yep...you're thirty inches."

Although my daughter is only five months shy of her fourth birthday, and she does display a passion for medicine, I don't think we'll have another Doogie Houser on our hands anytime soon. But who knows what the future holds? All I can say is if you're looking for a doctor, even though you can't beat the price or her enthusiasm, at this moment, I wouldn't recommend seeing Dr. Chloe. After all, who wants to be diagnosed with "twenty minutes"?

2 comments:

  1. Very interesting. I don't know if I need a doctor to tell me I'm "sick," but a diagnosis of "twenty minutes" is a little disturbing, even to a sick person :)

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