May I? Or....May-or?

At the beginning of my hospital stay, post-surgery, one of my nurses came in my room, introduced herself, and told me she would be my charge nurse for the next four days.  We visited a little bit, and then she said...”I need to ask you something, seriously.”

Me:  Okay.

Nurse:  Will you tell me the truth?

Me:  Of course,

Nurse:  There’s a rumor that you’re going to run for mayor of Midland.

Me:  Me? (I look at TMIL, and we burst out in laughter.) I think you’re mistaken.

Nurse:  No, seriously, that’s what they said during reports.

ThatManILove and I assured her that we were considering doing nothing of the sort.

Later, my brother Scott comes in.  I told him what happened, and asked him what’s up with the rumor, and he said that when the surgery team put me in my first (small) room, my friends teased them that I would have more visitors than the mayor.

We fought that rumor the entire hospitalization - but we were sure treated well!

Today, one of my friends called.  She and her husband own a local chiropractic clinic.

One of their friends was one of the charge nurses on my floor, and told them she had really enjoyed getting to visit with TMIL and myself.

And then, she said, “So, really, when is she going to announce her candidacy for mayor of Midland?”

Lord help me, this one's gonna take a while to die down - at least amongst the medical community.