Comments on: The X-ray Guy Says it’s a Mental Disorder

By: Jodi Jean

Jodi Jean — Fri, 19 May 2006 00:44:00 +0000

um, okay i realize that this post was in december and it is now may, lets just say that i stumbled upon your blog a week ago, and am now going from recent to oldest and chuckling along the way, girlie you are awesome.

but i had to comment on this post. the dialogue between you and the “x-man” was priceless. and to top it off you were calling him ‘”x-man”.

moral of the story: i LOVE LOVE LOVE your blog.

By: blestwithsons

blestwithsons — Sun, 04 Dec 2005 20:40:00 +0000

You’ve got sole! (puns are not nearly as much fun in type)

sprains actually tend to be a lot worse in terms of hurting and healing time

Amen to that! I fell down the stairs four days before Christmas several years back. I told every one I had a Tiny Tim Complex.

And I made the mistake of taking a Percocet left over from my c-section before I got to the hospital. They didn’t think there was anything much wrong with me…except they kept asking me if I took the drug before I feel down the stairs or after!

By: The Daring One

The Daring One — Sun, 04 Dec 2005 06:26:00 +0000

Torn ligaments GLHM. I had to walk on crutches for a couple of weeks and I hated it.

It cured me forever of wanting a broken limb.

By: GLHM

GLHM — Sun, 04 Dec 2005 06:13:00 +0000

Love U R A Q-T. Smart kids.

Man I wish you had told me you wanted a cast when you were young. I would have helped you break it. Maybe a good throw from the tree would have done it.

By the way, am I remembering wrong or didn’t you have a cast when you were 10 or 11?

By: JenIG

JenIG — Sat, 03 Dec 2005 23:07:00 +0000

I tried like mad to break my ankle when I was in grade school. I used to find holes in the ground and run then get my foot lodged in it and then heave myself left or right. It never worked. I think my bones are made out of titanium. or rubber.

By: jak

jak — Sat, 03 Dec 2005 04:48:00 +0000

This post is so funny!!- and your right-your feet do look long and lovely-

I thought for sure you were going to say xray guy called a psych consult-but then I realized-xray guys can’t call for psych consults..duh..

Not that I was thinking you were crazy-it just seemed that’s where the story was headed-

All I can say is-I’m glad I wasn’t drinking something when I read this-Take care Girl!

By: Heather

Heather — Sat, 03 Dec 2005 00:56:00 +0000

Dying over this one. You must win the award, mi hija!

By: Anna

Anna — Fri, 02 Dec 2005 18:56:00 +0000

Just had to tell you that this post totally cracked me up. Thanks for the laugh. I understand your urgent desire as a kid to have a broken bone. I once saw someone walking around on crutches, and it looked really fun. I longed for a broken leg or ankle so I, too, could swing around on crutches. Finally in my freshman year I kind of sort of sprained–okay, well, really just hurt–my ankle. I insisted I needed crutches. It took me about a day and a half to get over that and just limp instead! Hope your foot feels better soon.

By: Mom on a Mission

Mom on a Mission — Fri, 02 Dec 2005 17:06:00 +0000

I’m glad you didn’t break your foot!

Just so you know he’s not the only x-ray guy who doesn’t talk. Believe me I have had my share of x-rays (I think it is in the double digits now) and none of them ever talk. At first I tried to talk to them, but well, you know how that goes.

I hope there isn’t a next time, but if there is bring a book with you.

By: Karen

Karen — Fri, 02 Dec 2005 16:19:00 +0000

You are probably completely paralyzed or spazzing uncontrollably with twinges this morning because that was DANG FUNNY. (Sigh) What a great way to start the morning. Thanks.

Oh, er, sorry you haven’t been able to locate a bunion boot. I hope you find one soon. Can I sign it when you do?