“So have I been a good patient?” I asked of my husband Dave.

“Yeah, this time,” he replied.

“This time? What does that mean?”

“Well, you were knocked out during and then you slept most of the time afterward.”

Gee. Thanks. Here I was thinking Divas make pretty good patients. After all, when we finally do take care of ourselves, we still have to take care of everyone else first.

To get ready for my tooth extraction, I cleaned the house. Made sure the refrigerator was stocked. Got my prescriptions filled. Went over the post-op instructions with Dave and then left them by my chair in plain view. All the things I’d do if I were caring for someone else.

So, thankyouverymuch, I think I was a pretty good patient.

What about you, fellow Diva? When was the last time you were a patient? Did you take care of everyone else first?