No, that’s not a misprint or typo. My husband has girlfriends. From what I’m told by the one of his assistants, he has many, many girlfriends. Am I worried? Nah… Concerned? Nah… Actually, I find it a little amusing.
You see, Doc H doesn’t refer to these ladies as his girlfriends. It’s just the opposite. These ladies refer to him as their boyfriend. They are ladies – little ladies – of the frail and elderly type.
Julie, Doc H’s assistant, painted the picture for me one day when I was waiting for him in his clinic. These little, blue haired ladies come into the clinic for their appointments, asking for their “boyfriend, Doc H”. Some have to hobble in and some wheel themselves into the exam rooms. Apparently, they are the cougars of all cougars.
Some of his girlfriends have even sent me gifts! Yes, me! How sweet is that? The first gift I ever received was this…
Don’t laugh! We actually use this handy-dandy, hand crocheted, plastic, hand jar opener. I’ve even had to wash it from so much use. When this particular little lady sent my gift home, she told Doc H that while I may be too young to find use for this today, I should just throw it in our kitchen drawer. She knew there would come a day when I would need it.
Well, she was right. I hate to say it, but I use it all the time. I’m using it much sooner than she probably thought I would. Notice the hand crocheted trim…
I have also received table linens, a couple of home cooked meals, and lovely cards thanking me and the kids for sharing Doc H with them. The sense of satisfaction I feel when we are acknowledged and thanked for our sacrifice as a family by Doc H’s patients is immeasurable and so appreciated. While Doc H receives many thank you’s and tokens of appreciation, the wives and kids of your doctors seldom do. When it happens, I won’t lie, it feels fan-bloody-tastic.
Now, while some of his girlfriends like to send gifts, some of these ladies can get quite spry, too! Apparently, as one of my husband’s girlfriends was getting prepped for surgery in the OR, the sedation made her a little frisky! So frisky, she pinched Doc H’s scrub covered tushy! These ladies mean business! Poor Doc H came home and felt the need to ‘fess up…immediately. He had her arm extended out from her side and the anaesthesia was about to take effect when he turned his backside to her for just a moment… and PINCH! It happened! What the heck!
Hmmm, I’m now rethinking my level of concern about these girlfriends. I may have to watch my back and hold on tight to my man. The cougars are out and about.
About the author: I am a forty-something mother and step-mother to four teens. I am a second wife and Doc H (Hubby) is a second husband. We have no ‘ours’ except for our dog. Our family has blended together better than I ever could have imagined or dreamed. Don’t get me wrong, we have had to work our way through family issues in the past and I’m certain there will be more coming with three teens still living under our roof. Regardless, we are very fortunate.
Your Doctor’s Wife came into being after hearing numerous complaints from friends and acquaintances about their doctors and the current US medical system. As soon as people learn you are the wife of a doctor, it is open season for such conversation.
You can visit her blog and read more about Emma here