I just recovered from my third bout of strep throat this winter.  It’s been a whirlwind of penicillin and high-level kvetching.  My last strep included a visit to an ear, nose and throat specialist.  While checking me for particularly gross things, he threaded a scope with a light into my nose and down my throat.

At this point, most people would just chill.  Me? I start making jokes:

“You’re not going to put this on YouTube are you?”

No he said, he wouldn’t.  He smiled but — it’s wasn’t that funny. Besides, maybe it wasn’t a video laryngoscope, it might’ve just been a fiberoptic bronchoscope.  In which case, my premise sucked.  I should’ve quit while I was behind, but of course, I’m an idiot and did not.

Then he says, “Your vocal chords look beautiful.”

I said, “I bet you say that to all the ladies…”

And he laughs.  A lot.  Which was awesome for my ego, and yes my delivery was wonderfully smoky, except did I mention he was holding a large electric thingy in my nose and down my throat? Not the time to make the dude holding it have any sort of unexpected convulsions.

That was dumb.

I told my man the story and he asked, “How did you do that without gagging?”  And I thought about it and replied, “Not sure, really, just talented I guess.”

So there you have it.  I can tell bad jokes, maybe even deliver a scholarly lecture with a large metal scope strung up my nose and down my throat.  Yeah, I’m bragging… and I feel I perhaps missed a major opportunity in adult film.  Ah well.

Image: There are no pics of a hilarious patient or a doctor cracking up anywhere in the world.  So enjoy this stock photo of a Chihuahua doctor.