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Worst Christmas Story Ever
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It's been 4 years since a friend sent me this holiday story.
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A Blog detailing the insanity of my medical practice and the stupidity of everyday life.
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This blog is entirely for entertainment purposes. All posts about patients, or my everyday life, or anything else may be fictional, or be my experience, or were submitted by a reader, or any combination of the above. Factual statements may or may not be accurate. I could be making all this up. I may not even be a doctor. The only true statement on here is that I probably drink more Diet Coke than you do. A lot more.
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Cast of Characters:
Annie: My Phenomenal MA
Mary: My Awesome Secretary
Ed: The office fish
Dr. Pissy: The guy I share an office with
Mrs. Grumpy: My Boss (also the world's greatest school nurse)
Frank, Craig, and Marie: The Grumpy Tribe
Garlic and Riley: The Grumpy Dogs
Questions? Comments? Biting sarcasm? Write to: pagingdrgrumpy [at] gmail [dot] com
Note: I do not answer medical questions. If you are having a medical issue, see your own doctor. For all you know I'm really a Mongolian yak herder and have no medical training at all except in issues regarding the care and feeding of Mongolian yaks.
Cast of Characters:
Annie: My Phenomenal MA
Mary: My Awesome Secretary
Ed: The office fish
Dr. Pissy: The guy I share an office with
Mrs. Grumpy: My Boss (also the world's greatest school nurse)
Frank, Craig, and Marie: The Grumpy Tribe
Garlic and Riley: The Grumpy Dogs
Questions? Comments? Biting sarcasm? Write to: pagingdrgrumpy [at] gmail [dot] com
Note: I do not answer medical questions. If you are having a medical issue, see your own doctor. For all you know I'm really a Mongolian yak herder and have no medical training at all except in issues regarding the care and feeding of Mongolian yaks.
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11 comments:
How sad.
My maternal grandparents were from Dundee.
Not that that makes any difference.
Another good reason not to perpetuate that stupid myth.
(Bones did a pretty good send up a few weeks back. Love that show.)
"How are we going to get our presents next week if Father Christmas is ill?" Naturally that's the first thing that would come to their minds.
Yep. Does exactly what it says on the label.
I honestly don't think I could imagine a way to top that one.
That's a bit heartbreaking I have to say! Poor Santa!!
C. RN
Stupid myth?! I love Santa.
That's so sad! I guess statistically, though, it was bounch to happen. Lots of old, fat men playing Santa this time of year.
At least the kids didn't the body after he died.
Man how could wait 4 years before sharing that one ?
And may all your Christmases be bright..............thud.
Family Christmas Story
My mother always told me "Santa is the spirit of love and giving/sharing." Our family was Church of Christ which doesn't celebrate any religious holidays but Sunday.
When I heard others talk about it being someone's bday I put two and two together and told her, "I know all about Santa!" (I believe I was three) My mother's eyes widened and she deadpanned, "Oh? Really?" I nodded sagely (trust me on this, I could be quite serious as a child) and said, "Oh yes! Christmas is Santa Claus' birthday but he loves children SO much that he gives them presents and that's why we leave him coconut cake and eggnog!!" (yep, no cookies at our house!)
My mother clapped her hands in astonishment and said, "You are so smart!! That's right!" When my son was confronted by school 'friends' who insisted that "Santa's just your parents!!" after he'd given them the family "Santa's the spirit of love and giving." he folded his arms, stared them down and replied, "Oh? Are you saying that your parents don't love you?" Why yes, I do come from an evile family. Why do you ask?
So...was that considered worker's comp? Seriously, very sad for the kiddies.
My son would have freaked out. He gets really upset if he sees anyone get hurt.
I'd have to immediately go find another old guy nearby to dress up as Santa and pop out showing everyone he's fine.
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