Knee Jerk

I'd like to point out I didn't end up being X rayed today because of the Zumba class, although if I decide to carry on with it it might be worth taking a brain scan to see where my sanity has gone. I've had an achy knee on and off ever since I slipped on Geordy Sue's deck more than a year ago. Not that I'm still blaming her of course. Everytime I think I really must go to the doctor it gets better, but after another night of tossing and turning I thought I'd check it out.
I went along to our local Convenient Care Center which gave excellent service. In under an hour I had registered, seen a nurse, a nice looking doctor (wish I'd remembered to shave my legs), a radiologist and another nurse whose job was just to wave and say "good bye".
You know being examined and having an X ray is much more pleasant when you don't have to expose any orifices?
Good news was nothing much to worry about, just a bit of wear and tear, which is a bit of shame because I was hoping for a doctor's note about why I couldn't go to Zumba anymore.
However, as the final nurse was signing me off, she smiled.
"Have I seen you here before?" she asked.
"No," I replied. And hopefully never again.
"Oh, it's just you look familiar. And I know your name."
After I explained what I do, she realized she'd read me in the Naperville Sun and Glancer Magazine.
"Oo, I'll make sure I look out for you now," she said.
Which is all very nice, but I'm pleased I was only there for my knee and nothing more personal.....