"How does a surgeon manage to perform surgeries without the use of both hands?" I remarked.
To which my mom, without hesitation, said:
"That's why you never had your tonsils out."
Remember that scene in Weird Science, when the two main characters walk into the bar and the music comes to a screeching halt? Yeah, that's what my reaction to hearing what she said felt like. Just.Like.That.
Me: Whaaaaaat?
Mom: Well, when you were little, I asked a couple of your friend's mothers to recommend an ENT. So, I took you to visit this doctor and the entire time I could not see one of his hands. I saw what looked like a hook protruding from the arm of his lab coat. So, I didn't feel comfortable having him operate on you. But it turned out he didn't have a hook after all.
Me: Wait, what?
Mom: Well, at first, I didn't want to ask your friends' mothers about it, because I didn't want them to think I was insensitive. But, I was curious and finally asked. So, it must have been that he was holding on to the stethoscope and I mistook it for a hook.
Me: ...and this is why I never had my tonsils out?
Mom: Yeah.
There.Are.No.Words.
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