Man O' Man

So this is my hubby (on the left), hard at work. And at work he goes by Trace, not Tracy.

Here's an example as to why he is kind of partial to Trace:

The St Lukes Rehab place called me to set up some appointments for our sweet Luke. He has to see an occupational therapist, a physical therapist, a speech therapist, and a peds neuropsychiatrist (didn't even know one of those existed) - all to gage where he is at developmentally speaking (a contrast MRI will follow to check ventricle size in a couple of weeks). So the lady on the phone, Patty, was listing off dates that we can get these different appointments scheduled. I grab my calendar and start writing times down. As I finish, she starts verifying insurance info with me, and I confirm that Tracy is the card holder, give her the social security number and assure her it's our only insurance. Didn't put much thought into it. Honestly, I was just excited to get the ball rolling, so we can get some more answers for Luke.

Anyway, I hang up and start looking at the calendar, making sure there are no conflicts - when the phone rings. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Hello?

Patty: Sheri?

Me: Yes...

Patty: This is Patty. Um...Okay. (Her uneasiness was growing). I don't know how to...Um...Okay...I am not sure how to say this, but I need to ask so I can input it in the system correctly. Is Tracy the FATHER of Luke or his other...M-M-MOTHER? (She's almost whispering at this point).

Me: (Laughing hysterically, trying to concentrate enough to get the answer out). HHEEEE'S the F-A-THER. Bwuahahahahaha.

Patty: I am so sorry. But I couldn't tell - I always thought "Tracy" was a girl's name - and well, you never know...

Me: (Tears are rolling down my face now...) Ya, I used to think so too.

Patty: Ohhh yaaaa, there's that singer that is named Tracy, and that's a guy. I am soooo sorry.

Me: Don't worry about it. It happens more often than you think.

And the conversation ends.

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Lesson 1. Pay more attention when giving out insurance information, ensuring that they know the correct gender BEFORE hanging up the phone.

Lesson 2. Try not to laugh too hard in order to limit the embarrassment of the medical receptionist.

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Hahahahaha - okay, who am I kidding? That was hilarious, and I am laughing with tears as I type this.

Poor Trace. Poor poor Tracy. Good thing he's my hot manly MAN:)