It's been a month since I had the time to write a note in here.
My new duties as admin for the Forums have absorbed some of my free time, but mostly I have been down with a bug.
I would give a description of its symptoms but I don't want to put you off your next meal.
I went to the doctor who assured me I wasn't dying yet. "When?" I asked.
"How the hell should I know?" he replied.
"Well you are the doctor."
"I am as old as you," he told me, "I don't know anymore than you do."
"That's scary," I mumbled.
"What?" he asked.
"That's what I want to know. What are we going to do about this bug?"
"I think you are almost over it. Go get some sleep."
"Sleep? I've been asleep for two days now."
"Sleep is good." He said as seemed to waver in his chair.
"Are you okay Doctor? You look a little green."
"I don't feel well, 'he said.
"Where?" I asked.
"Where don't you feel well?"
"All over. I feel like I am going to barf."
"Barf! Is that a medical term?"
"It's as good as any."
"Should I get a bucket or a bowl?"
For a doctor he sure can be dumb.
"So you can barf into it."
"I'm not going to barf. I just need to sleep. I think I will take the rest of the day off."
"What about the patients?"
"You were the last one," he announced as if the Apocalypse had just commenced.
"Lock the door on your way out will you? I gotta get some sleep. I'm going home to bed."
I watched somewhat astounded as he got up and left the room.
I quickly followed, turning out the lights and pulled the door to lock behind me.
The doctor was getting into his car. He turned and looked at me.
"You should get some sleep yourself." He started his car.
"Do you mean we should sleep together, at last?" I called out to him.
"Don't make me barf," he yelled as he backed out of the driveway.
"Thanks," I called back to him, "that hasn't helped me feel good at all!"
He beeped his car horn and drove away.
Oh well he didn't charge for the insult.