Essay on I Am A Doctor?
“We’re going to the movies on Monday, so I’m calling to give you a heads up,” she chirped, apparently still full of energy from earlier.
I let out a loud ass yawn before I started my list of complaints. “Alright, there’s a few things wrong here. First, I didn’t agree to go to the movies with you. Second, today is Monday. Thirdly, and most importantly, who calls someone in the middle of the night to talk about going to see a movie? We have classes later this morning!”
“Sorry, but what are you talking about? I usually go to sleep around this time, wake up at seven every day and be my way out the door, no problem. Maybe you should go see a doctor.”
I need to go see a doctor? Who’s the one disturbing someone in the middle of the night to talk about a movie date again? “Oh, how awesome it is for you to only need four hours of sleep,” I sarcastically replied. “But unfortunately, US NORMAL HUMANS need the required eight necessary to make it through the day. And I’m not the one who needs medical attention.”
Whatcha thinking about?” she playfully asked in a more than usual girlish voice.
Did she completely ignore me on purpose? “Maybe you didn’t hear me. You are…”
“I’m kidding,” she laughed, enjoying this middle of the night phone call a bit too much. “However, I really would appreciate your opinion on what type of movie we should go see.”
“I wanna see what’s gonna happen in my next dream. Does the movie…