Today I called the dermatologist’s office to get the “resultats de la biopsie sur mon mauvais bouton”. I’m not sure what I feared more: the results, or having to speak in French and offending someone for mangling their language.
Naturally the doctor was busy, so I spoke to the receptionist, who tried to take a message. “Tried” being the key word.
She tried valiantly to speak English and I tried to speak French. We ended up laughing so hard I could hear her gasping for breath. After about 20 minutes, we had to hang up, because we were unable to conduct a conversation without laughing hysterically. Hell, we couldn’t get a word out without laughing hysterically.
I still don’t know the results, but I know the doctor will call me back later. I also know that if laughter is the best medicine, both the receptionist and I are going to be fine.
Update: The doctor called back and the results are in fact, fine.
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