Candice’s Brain

Don didn’t notice at first, the change in Candice. But he woke up Saturday morning and realized that his wife, Candice, made a souffle for dinner every single night that last week. Plus, yesterday morning, he had noticed the egg yolks left over from the souffles in a container in the refrigerator, and he had asked if he could scramble them for breakfast. Candice had grabbed the container from his hands with a wild look in her eyes and replaced it in the refrigerator.

“No, you can’t have the yolks,” she said, “I’m saving them for something special.”

Don decided to let that drop. But later that evening he was sure he heard her clucking in the kitchen.

Monday he talked Candice into seeing the doctor. While she was sitting in the chair, getting her blood pressure taken, she clucked a few times and then squawked so loud the nurse jumped away in fright. She rushed out and the doctor came in.

“What seems to be the problem?” he asked, but Candice would not reply, only clucked and cackled. The doctor looked at Don.

“I think she’s had a stroke or something. Can’t you order a CT scan?”

So the doctor ordered the scan and Candice was taken immediately to radiology. While she was having the procedure, the technician came out and told Don not to leave. Don was very worried and held Candice’s hand, saying everything would be alright.

The doctor was shocked at the CT scan picture. He didn’t know what to do, so he called the neurologist down for a consultation. After a brief discussion, both doctors found Don and Candice in the radiology waiting room. They showed the Don the CT scan results and they all turned to stare at Candice. How could anyone live with that going on in their brain?

The scan showed a large egg yolk with construction equipment around it, a couple of tiny construction workers walking around and eight or so tiny bakers with whisks, stirring an egg mix that surrounded the yolk.

The doctor said, “My colleague is an eggs-pert in neurology. He has examined the scan results and we have to tell you we are terri-fried. This is not a practical yolk, that scan is the real thing. Without eggs-ploring this condition further, all we can tell you is your wife is cracking up. If you like, we can look into this further, if you don’t mind whisking more tests, but, of course, eggs-tra charges would be involved.” Don sadly shook his head, shell-shocked by this revelation.

Don put his arm around Candice and they left the facility for home, where he knew leftover souffle awaited. Candice still looked eggs-cellent and she kept things interesting, that was for sure. Maybe he would find out what she planned to do with all those egg yolks…

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