This is how I'm convinced every doctor's appointment is going to go:
Me: Doc, what do you think could be causing this weird symptom?
Doc: Something expensive.
Me: Would you care to elaborate?
Doc: Something very expensive.
Me: Such as?
Doc: We'll have to run some tests.
*3 weeks, 2 blood draws and a series of x-rays later*
Doc: I'm going to have to refer you to my golfing buddy. I mean, a specialist.
Me: Oh, dear. What did you find?
Doc: Inconclusive. But we did confirm the presence of an epicondyle.
Me: Can you remove it?
Doc: Your elbow? Not necessary. But please pay my receptionist four million dollars on the way out.
Me: Absolutely. Thank you!
