is there a doctor in the house?

Doctor made a housecall at our house the other night. Came in wearing his beeper and plastic nametag clipped to the neck of his t-shirt. A little unusual, but I went with it.

Dr.: I'm Dr. Sakanaka [Japanese, apparently]. What's the matter?
Me: My elbow hurts.
Dr.: Were you mopping, and you slipped and fell down?
Me: Um... yes, I think so.
Dr.: Let me use this. [Gets out blood pressure cuff.] How do you use this?
Me: Here, put it around my arm. Then push the squeezy thing. If the arrow is in the yellow, it's good. If it's in the red, it's bad.
Dr.: Uh oh, it's in the red. Hmm. [Puts blood pressure cuff away.]

Pause.

Dr.: I think you need a shot.
Me: [Cringing] Really? Are you sure?
Dr.: [Sympathetic] Well...do you think you need a shot?
Me: I don't know. You're the doctor. Do I?
Dr.: Well...I don't really think so, since you don't want one.
Me: Are you sure?
Dr.: Yes, I will just put a bandaid on it. [He pronounced it "bambaid", also unusual for doctor, but I didn't want to embarrass him by correcting him.] [Attempts to put circular plastic bandaid on my elbow. It holds, but can tell it's only temporary.]
Me: Dr. Sakanaka, I don't think you know what you're doing.
Dr.: [Laughs in true "you got me" style. Practically slaps his knee.]
Me: I think you need to go back to doctor school.
Dr.: Yes, me too. When I was in school, they just talked about pizza.

Dr. Sakanaka goes over to other side of living room, where apparently one can attend medical school (although not sure it is accredited). Listening intently. Perhaps taking notes. Then raises hands in disbelief.

Dr.: What?? They are just talking about pizza again!
Me: You might need to try another school, Dr. Sakanaka.

Amazingly enough, though, my elbow is completely healed.