Doctors Are Always Right (standard:humor, 902 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: May 22 2022	Views/Reads: 851/522	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
It’s very easy to lose heart and I’ve done it often. The key to all this is, don’t give up, be diligent and sow the right seeds.

Last year I suffered what is referred to as a heart attack. I got to the
hospital in time, so there was no any major damage. I had one artery 
known as the "Widow Maker" that was 90% blocked, which seemed to be a 
very serious thing. 

Who knew I even had a heart, but doctors are always right. 

Coming home from the hospital, I had all kinds of medications to take
twice a day, and my blood pressure needed to be taken twice a day as 
well. I didn't think all of this was necessary, but doctors are always 
right. 

Fortunate for me, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage took over as my
in-house medical supervisor. Please do not ask me what that means 
because I have no idea. She took care of all of my medication every day 
as well as taking my blood pressure. 

I had no obvious after effects of this heart attack, and I seem to be
doing just fine. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage several times a day would ask me,
"How do you feel today?" 

The first time she asked this, I smiled and chirped, "I feel with my
fingers." 

This was supposed to be a joke, but I was the only one who got it, and
the other person in our residence did not think it was very funny. 

"Stop joking around," she would say every day, "How are you feeling
today?" 

Then I would say, "I'm fine." 

"No, you're not," she said. "You just had a heart attack, so you're not
doing fine." 

I'm not sure what it would take to convince her I am doing fine. So, I
came up with an idea that did not work. 

"Because of the wonderful work and care you have given to me," I said as
cheerfully as possible, "I'm doing fine." Then I would smile back at 
her and say, "Thank you for all your care." 

No matter what I do, I can never get the upper hand. 

I am not quite sure how a person is supposed to feel after a heart
attack because I did not feel any different than before. 

A six-month doctor appointment was coming up, and I was hoping he could
give me a good report. But, until then, I was at the discretion of my 
wife. 

Every morning it became the same routine. "How are you doing today? And
don't tell me you're fine." 

Of course, I could lie to her and manipulate her to do things for me.
That did cross my mind, but then I realized that eventually, she would 
find out, and payday would come. 

I would always say, "I'm good today." 

I did not say I'm fine, but that still did not settle with her, and she
scoured at me and went back into the kitchen. 

I was trying to come up with ways to answer that question, but nothing
seemed to settle with her. So one morning, I decided to try something 
different. When she asked me how I was, I said, "I'm terrible today." 

That got her attention, and she came and said, "What can I do to help?" 

That is what I was waiting for, and so with a very somber tone of voice,
I said, "Well, if you want to help me feel better, you could get me an 
apple fritter." 



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