This is a bizarre post. However, I believe it is necessary. So last night my dear friend, lovingly referred to as Murr, sent Lexi a text explaining that he was in the emergency room with a potentially broken ankle. It should be noted that Murr was supposed to meet the Lorax in New York for a weekend of mayhem. In spite of my concern for Murr's well being, I couldn't get over the fact that I was going to the orthopedist the next day and Lexi had an ortho appointment as well. The idea of the three of us going to the orthopedist at the same time in three different places struck me as rather humorous- however unfortunate. Well it turns out that Lexi's appointment isn't until NEXT Tuesday, which kind of ruined my idea but it made me think- I really do seem to delight in the sharing of medical experiences.
For example, two (or three) summers ago both of the Lorax members made trips to the emergency room in close time proximity to each other. Also, two (or one) summers ago the Lorax was prescribed percocet (exhibit 1 above). Speaking of prescription painkillers, the doctors only gave Murr ibuprofen! Jerks!
These shared medical experiences provided future laughs, regardless of how NOT funny there were when the events actually happened. I think anything that provides future laughs is ok in my book, unless it is one of those things that you can't laugh about until many many years later and still feel uncomfortable about... not that I have any of those stories...
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