She: “Pain.”
He: “Sorry, I can’t see through it.”
She: “I’d like to see my way through to the end of it, I’ll tell you!”
He: “Word. Where does it hurt?”
She: “I don’t know.”
He: “[…]”
She: “Don’t you roll your eyes at me! You know how, when something hurts, you can usually put your finger on it, press, and it goes ow! I try to put my finger on the spot where this one hurts, and … nothing!”
He: “Well, that pain’s got a nerve.”
She: “Yeah. Find it and I’ll wring its scrawny little neck.”
He: “Uh huh. So sometimes you’ve got parts that hurt, and other times the same parts are, like, numb, right?”
She: “Sigh.”
He: “And they call it neuropathy?”
She: “Uh huh.”
He: “A misnomer if ever there was one.”
She: “You’re arguing with the doctors?”
He: “Sure am. Sounds to me like this is a case of neuroNOpathy to me, and I’m surprised they don’t say so.”
She: “O .. my ..”
He: “What is it with these nerve signals having to make their way through paths? Probably windy tracks through the wilderness, all twisty and full of potholes and tree roots and stuff. No wonder some of those impulses get into wrecks, and others get lost, never to be seen again! We’ve got to get your traffic flow sorted out here, clear out these neuro paths and install some superhighways!”
She: “Not going to happen.”
He: “Why not?”
She: “The neural networks can’t get construction workers these days, any more than any other business. I don’t even wish to think what the backlog’s like.”
He: “Ow.”
She: “No. That’s my line. You can’t have it. You don’t want it anyway.”
Word. You don’t want it.
LOL. You two!
Seriously punny.