So we started talking about doctors (nurses are obliged to gossip about doctors, that's a hospital fact you cannot change). Now there was a gynaecologist that was very skillful in reconstruction breasts after cancer. A lot of women went to him for having their boobs fixed, he did a very good job on that. A few weeks after the operation, you have to come back to the hospital, to have a check-up and to have the stitches removed by the doctor. The legend goes, before removing the stitches, this doctor had the habit of kissing the woman's breasts, one kiss on each. He said: 'they 're my boobies as long as the stitches are still in them. Afterwards, they're yours, hon!'.
We just couldn't stop laughing about that, I really do not believe it. I said: ' So in fact, this doc is kissing a part of your bum and genitals!' (me making a logical deduction). Ooh, tears rolling down our faces from laughter, such a pity this doc is retired, we can't verify the story, we simply can't.
I said: ' well, if a doctor is ever going to kiss my boobies, he'll have a blue and broken nose to remember me by, the maniac !'
Shouldn't have said that, I really shouldn't. Clever colleague said:'My god Heidi, are your boobs that firm, so you can knock a doctor under the table with them!'
Well tah, just you have a look at the picture, dear, these babies are mine, all mine and natural...
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