"Can you come to my place and ride my horse once a week while I recover from this surgery?" asks the rancher with diverticulitis and a fistula (connection) from his colon to his bladder, causing frequent infections and air to be expelled from his penis.
"I also have a beautiful daughter, but she's as ornery as a wet wasp," he says trying to sweeten the deal to the young (appearing) PA student who has to take his wedding ring off for surgeries.
I almost take him up on the non-ornery horse riding half of this offer, as I picture myself saddled up, trotting around the Oregon foothills with a piece of straw dangling from my lower lip, or maybe a Marlboro. I could trade in the scrubs for Levi's, the frigid operating room for the August sun.
Then he starts talking about hay bales, heavy lifting, and general barnyard type work, and I decide to just let the ornery daughter get her hands dirty for once and help her poor rancher-dad out.
I think that is a good call. If you end up going into surgery I think we will have to get that wedding ring tatooed on, eh? :)
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