I date an OB/GYN.
This has certain advantages over dating doctors of other specialties.
For example, she sometimes shares with me the medical horrors about which she is reading. As a male, I am allowed the comfort of knowing these afflictions cannot be visited upon me. Small mercies, right?
Also, she gets to see a lot of newborn babies.
In case you didn’t know this, newborn babies put most any woman in a good mood. That takes some pressure off me.
The other night we were discussing a medical article she was reading.
“One of the authors is Michael Numnum,” she told me. “AKA, Dr. Numnum.”
Yes, I laughed.
And I couldn’t resist doing some investigative work on the good doctor. Was Dr. Numnum as good as he sounded?
What do you think? Is Dr. Numnum a Dr. McDreamy?
Yes, I know at this point in my life, I should be beyond making fun of people for their name. And I wish I could at least boast some originality. I’m probably not serving up any material that Dr. Numnum, a gynecologic oncologist in Tennessee, hasn’t heard already.
Of course, he specializes in cancers of the female reproductive system. There isn’t anything funny about that.
But maybe, just maybe, in the midst of the terrifying situations his patients find themselves in there are some brief moments of humor.
“Honey, I’ve got to go see Dr. Numnum.”
“Dr. Numnum? Ha! Are you kidding me? I’ve heard of Dr. McDreamy, but women have a Dr. Numnum now? What’s his real name?
“His name is Dr. Numnum. For real.”
“For real? Wow. That’s funny.”
“Well, he is kind of nummy, too …”
“Babe, I’m going to choose to believe you mean that in the Cookie Monster sense. The man’s got an appetite, huh? (impersonating Cookie Monster.) Num, num, num! Num, num, num! Me love cookies!”
OK, my apologies to Dr. Numnum. You have my permission to make fun of my name, good doctor.
Oh, and yes, ladies, Dr. Numnum is married with children. Sorry to end things on a sour note.