We were told that after some mild “medicine” (man I would like to have some of that stuff) she would have her epidural. We wait a little and then the door opens. The first thing I hear is Barney Fife. I kid you not it sounded just like him. I was thinking that poor man sounds just like Barney Fife. Then he walks into our room. OMG! He looks like a taller version of Barney Fife. Then the elongated Barney says (in a country nasal tone) “ Well, you ready for your epidural?” If any of you have heard that skit by Jeff Foxworthy speaking about country dialect deducting IQ points, then imagine a Barney country accent and you can only guess my first reaction. “Hope he keeps his needle in his pocket and not in the syringe, might give himself a shot.” “Man that is a big nose.” “Where is the doctor version of Andy?”
I will have to say that my first impression was totally inaccurate. He came in, he got the job done in less than 20 minutes, and I am not sure that my wife will even remember much of it. She is now enjoying the benefits of his work. Contractions galore and she is asleep. WOW! Good job Dr. Barney.