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I don’t know about you, but there have been times when listening to oncologists talk that I’ve felt a whole lot like Ginger. And although I don’t think docs are always the most effective communicators, my Ginger moments are only partly a rap on the medical profession. The fact is that my brain freezes when I begin to hear detailed and not-so-good news from a doc, and from there on he might as well be talking to Ginger. And don’t get me started on my opinions about two doctors conferring about me and discussing my condition like I’m not there. Not unlike some of the facebook posts I see on occasion, it’s just “OMG!, TMI!!!” And my questions don’t occur to me until I’m driving home from the appointment. So I guess the moral to this little rant is that I’ve learned that it’s not wise for me to fly solo on these missions. And thanks to my much smarter and somewhat cooler-headed spouse, I don’t have to.


As you might have expected, I just can’t resist taking a lyrical dig at oncology-speak, to the tune of George Thorogood & The Destroyers’ “You Talk Too Much”…



You talk too much, you talk too much
I can't retrieve the things that you say doctor-speak way
If you keep on talking M.D.
You know you're bound to jive me today

Now you get on the teaching throne with your res’dent
Your conversation M.D. ain't got no end
Yakety-yakety-yakety-yak on my time
You keep on talking M.D. drive me out of my mind
You talk too much
I can't conceive the things that you say clinical way
If you keep on talking M.D.
You know you're bound to drive C away

Well I wait out in the exam room I start to nappin'
You walk into the room with them jaws a-flappin'
You keep that doctor-mouth shooting mourning, gloom and fright
You keep on talking M.D. make my head turn white
You talk too much
I can't but grieve the things that you say negative way

If you keep on talking M.D.
You know you're bound just to drive me to pray

I think you're trying to put me through some kind of test
I'm begging you M.D. won't you give it a rest
You talk about treatments that I don't wanna know
Keep it up M.D. I'm gonna pick up and blow
You talk too much
I can't conceive the things that you say pharmacy way
If you keep on talking M.D.
You know you're bound to rile me for days

Don't get me wrong M.D. I don't mean to complain
But if you keep on balking you're gonna drive me insane
You keep on talking all around the block
I'm begging you M.D. won't you please stop
You talk too much
I can't believe the things that you say roundabout way
If you keep on talking M.D.
You know you're bound to drive me astray