I've been at my current job at a chiropractor's office for over a year and a half. Before that I was a patient there for MANY years. In all that time I've heard certain phrases over and over but until I was speaking to the coworker who is the Barry to my Jeff (our respective inner 12 yr old boys) I didn't really consider the double entendres I hear multiple times a day. Consider with me...
Don't let me pull out/Don't let me push in. (When the doc is performing musculoskeletal and neurological tests by asking the patient to resist pressure applied to limbs to determine areas of weakness.)
Let me have you face down. (Telling the patient which way to lay on the table to be adjusted.)
That was juicy! (The doc's interjection for when a patient's joints are especially locked up and finally release during an adjustment....though locked up joints sounds like someone had their contraband confiscated.)
I want you to start working on the balls today. (We offer therapeutic exercises using big exercise balls.)
Tell me when it starts to tingle. (We also offer electro-muscle stimulation for pain reduction. The patient has to tell us when they feel things so we know how to adjust the settings for them.)
Of course just when I got my own immature sense of humor under control at the end of the night I had to go looking for the doctor. I almost burst out laughing when he walked out of the therapy area with his shirt half off (understand he is always impeccably groomed and well-dressed and maintaining a professional demeanor...he's rolls his eyes at the crazy women in his employ and walks away when we start acting up) and giving himself therapy on his shoulder.
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OK, now I don't feel bad about my 'kumquat' comment yesterday. . .
How do you keep a straight face that long?
LOL! My comment word is "dercivex" which sounds like something you'd hear in a German BOGYN's office.
Oops! Make that OBGYN. Sheesh!
So many things to say...
Yah, I would be giggling a lot if I worked there ;)
Tell me when it starts to tingle.
Bwhahahahaha!!!!!
Long story, and I will die before the information ever gets out.
For some reason, this post reminds me of an episode of 'Three's Company' - make that EVERY episode!
Heh, heh.
Years ago, I had a temp job doing inventory at a department store. We had to get into the storage bins at the warehouse, and read (or write down) what was in each bin exactly as it was printed on the package.
Now this was a big warehouse, so getting into the bins could take some climbing, essentially up two or three levels. We worked in pairs, one yelling, one writing. Now some bins might have only two or three really big items in, others might have loads of small ones.
So I climbed into one bin. It was full of cutlery. And I got to shout out, over and over, to my partner 15 feet below "Six inch boner! Six inch boner! Six inch boner!"
Cricket's comment made me laugh so hard I forgot my own witty comment...
Thanks for some good laughs (and a bonus from Cricket.)
Bonus. I said bonus, not... skip it.
Six Inch Boner?
Well SOMEBODY sure is bragging!
hehehehe..
Trini...You Rock Baby!!
Very suggestive Michelle, as are other comments here. Its good to be able to see humour in our daily activities - Dave
nothing about stiffness??? you know, like, joints?oh...wait...this is trickier than I thought
Once in a staff meeting the clinical director said something about PUD housing (planned unit development) and another psychologist and I giggled like middle schoolers.
I'm not exactly sure how, but this post somehow confirms for me that you've missed your calling.
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