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Samantha, pregnant with her first child, was paying a visit to her obstetrician’s office. When the exam was over, she shyly began, “My husband wants me to ask you… if its still okay…”
“I know, I know.” the doctor said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “I get asked that question all the time. Sex is fine until late in the pregnancy.” “No, no… that’s not it at all,” Samantha confessed. “He wants to know if I can still mow the lawn.” |
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Doctor Dave had slept with one of his patients and felt guilty all day long. No matter how much he tried to forget about it, he just couldn’t. The guilt and sense of betrayal was overwhelming. But every once in a while he’d hear an internal, reassuring voice in his head that said:
“Dave, don’t worry about it. You aren’t the first medical practitioner to sleep with one of their patients, and you won’t be the last. And you’re single. Just let it go, Dave.” But invariably another voice in his head would bring him back to reality, whispering: “Dave… Dave… Dave, you sick *******. You’re a vet.” |
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