Picking on the Weak

This week I got to watch over Troy as he recovered from the effects of some nice sleepy-time drugs. (He had an endoscopy done.)

The nurse walks in to take his vitals and says in that loud "wakie-wakie" voice, "Ok, we're going to take your blood pressure now."

Troy dosily holds out his arm and says in a sort of sing-song voice:

blood pressure...good
not too much
not too little
[pause]
zero...bad
don't want that now

Then his head hit the pillow and he was out again.

Let me tell you, he was cracking me up.