Walter Reed National Military Medical Center
Bethesda, MD
November 16, 2019
Trump: Ouch.
Doctor: How about
here?
Trump: Ouch! God, even worse.
Doctor: Okay,
now how about here?
Trump: Not too
bad. Well, doc, what is it?
Doctor: You
were right, Mr. President. It’s the bone
spurs.
Trump: I knew
it. Everybody is always on me about how
irritable I am. I’d like to see them try
to sit through some 2-hour briefing on some shithole country when – ouch! Doc, what can you do for me?
Doctor: We’ve
been through this before, Mr. President.
The best thing you could do is lose weight. That would take pressure off …
Trump: Hold it
right there. We both know that’s not
going to happen. Isn’t there anything
else?
Doctor: A
little rest might not hurt. Can you
cancel your appearances for a couple of days?
Trump: I guess
so. But I’m sure that fake media will
start rumors about how I had a stroke or something.
Doctor: Mr.
President, are you sure you don't want me to make an announcement about how serious your
bone spurs are?
Trump: Why
bother? No one believes that I couldn’t
serve in Vietnam because of these blasted --- ouch!
Doctor: As you
wish, sir. If only the people how brave
you are.
Trump: You could
say that, again. Sometimes, when they
flare up really bad, I’m not even sure what I’m saying.