Okay, I just saw this. Go read it. You won’t be sorry.
The study was conducted by a Dr. Friedler, who “attended a movement and mime school in France before he entered the medical profession”
No, really. Someone has a mime RE.
Do you suppose he mimes running into a wall when his patients have exhausted their treatment options?
My favorite line from the article:
“For medication, you can get the patient to pay, but who is going to pay for clowns?”
Who indeed. If my RE wants to wear big, floppy shoes, she’s just going to have to buy them herself.
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This is just . . . disturbing. Clowns make me want to take a shower.
Weird as hell.
Thanks for the congrats. I certainly know I’ve not been on the road you have. So, really, thanks.
And this article? I’d have to punch an RE in the big red rubber nose if he/she pulled crap like that in one of my appointments. I hate clowns. And mimes? Worse.
Clowns induce seizures. There should be a mandatory 50m clown radius around pregnant women.
That is awesome science. This was published in a medical journal? Can you imagine reviewing the grant for this study?
Also, a fair number of people are afraid of/disturbed by clowns. I hope they vetted the women before Bozo showed up at their bedside.
If only Medicaid paid for clowns, all the insurance companies would, too.
If some guy came up to me and started doing card tricks and clowning around right after I’d had a catheter in my hoo-ha, I would have to punch him in the face. (Wow, that really sounded inappropriately hostile. Sorry.)
Also, the premise behind the study was that women are more likely to get pregnant if they RELAX?!? What a novel concept!
Did they let the poor women empty their bladders before having to deal with the clown? Because the last thing that would relax me when I’m dying to urinate would be a stupid guy doing magic tricks. Stupid clown better not get a big ego, without the Valium already mixed in I’m sure he would have left with a couple of black eyes.
“Usually when I’m being told that all my hopes and dreams are missing a chromosome I’m a little down, but those clowns put everything in perspective!”
“Usually when I’m selectively reducing my own offspring it’s a little difficult, but with those clowns around, it was a hoot!”
“Usually during childbirth I experience some sort of discomfort, but thanks to the clowns, I didn’t even notice until the baby had started kindergarten!”
That’s just plain CREEPY. I mean honestly… clowns???
Oh. My. God. That is absurdism at its height. I think I would become horribly depressed if anyone tried that on me.
I would be pissed if there was a clown in my REs office. Besides that, clowns are scary.
My husband hates clowns. Hates. eh.
I think your cousin has 214 pairs of shoes. I have about 18 pairs. When we lived in SF, I had a closet full and paring down when we were leaving was so difficult, I decided to keep a lid on things.
Big news! You little tease! Get the nearly on here – he has some ‘splainin’ to do. I mean, if you can’t tell us, who can you tell?
Yes on the cats – oh lady, yes. I moved across country with two. Driving. Across country. Hell.