At the Doctor's.

So, apparently one of my chest hairs decided to give me break and not make a showing on the surface, hoping it would make me look a bit less like Tom Selleck and more like the guys in the BOD commercials. In the process, it created a whole lot of mess underneath the skin and a minor surgery needed to be performed. On thursday, I went too see my doctor and a small incission was made which hurt as hell. I was told to come back on Saturday after taking some strong ass anti bio's which were to reduce the inflammation.
My appointment was for 10:00 am, and I showed up half an hour late, which translated into a 2 hour waiting room experience. Making eye contact for a second with the strange looking dude across from me and then looking away pretending I wasn't looking at him was my only amusement left after reading through a stack of WebMD magazines. At 12:32, my name was called out and I entered the doctor's office. They took my blood pressure, pulse and weighed me again.
I was whole 4 pounds lighter since Thursday. A perfect occasion to say something funny!
Nurse: " You are 209, that's 4 pounds less than thursday night!"
Me: " Yeah, I hooked up with Jenny Craig last night. Four pounds in one night, I really like her program!"
Me (Silent) :" I am sooooooo funny, hahahahahaha."
Nurse : " Yeah.....please have a seat. I'll be right back."
She came back carrying a toolbox of scalpels, needles and various poking instruments. I guess I am done with comedy. When you get this kind of feedback, you're pretty much out.
Half an hour later, I walked out bandaged up and in pain, but y'all don't worry! I'm gonna be OK.