We like to think of ourselves as modern and with-it, especially in terms of technology.
Okay when our son goes to summer camp we don’t watch dvd’s but it’s not like we can’t learn, we choose not too.
So when we began to feel a bit ill last month we did what any modern with it dude would do.
We typed in our symptoms into google and diagnosed ourselves.
Pretty smooth.
We were happy to find out that there was a whole range of home remedies that would cure what ailed us, quick and cheap.
Super Smooth.
Four weeks of misery later we went to the clinic to see Doctor Peraza.
We told him what we had. We proudly listed all the symptoms and how obvious it was even to a layman like ourselves. We just couldn’t figure out why nothing was working.
We give him lots of credit for keeping a straight face.
“Mr. Copelan,” he said. “There is very little chance you have what you think you have, unless you are a woman.”
We give him extra credit for not adding– An extremely ugly woman.
After a short examination some further questions he prescribed some antibiotics and now just 24 hours later, we feel like a new man. As a bonus we did not have to go through a sex change either.
There is a moral to this story the internet may be a great tool for general knowledge but a pretty lousy place to go for medical advice.
The other thing we learned, as if we needed to, was that we are no where near as smart as we thought we were.
So from now one we resolve that when sick, the lap top stays closed and we make an appointment at the clinic where they have learned not only medicine but also how to listen to morons like ourselves and not laugh.
Of the two skills the latter seems to be more demanding.