Have you ever had a doctor appt that loomed over your well being?
The nurse, Billy, asked me to rate my health.
Poor, fair, good or excellent?
I said: Poor. I am a sick woman and need medical MJ.
He laughed and said, “Nice try.”
Then the pneumonia shot happened.
I said, “I hardly felt it. I don’t understand why people fear the reefer: Ooooops, the needle.”
He said: “Well, I do. When I have to have a shot, I faint.”
You can give it, but you can’t take it?
Then the Doc sauntered in, looking trim: Actually mighty thin.
I asked him if he had a hair cut? Or was he just going bald?
He looked over my history and said, “My! You seem to be living your life to the fullest.”
“Yup! I am the craziest chicken butt the world has ever known: Retired, a loose cannon and the town drunk.”
“Ok, but you need a blood test.”
“Yes, Doc, I am slightly overdue, 2 years, to be exact, and this morning, I had no coffee, just water, so…. If it has to be, it better be now.”
After that ordeal, I headed for the diner, for pancakes and eggs.
And then, a few hours later, back to meet my crazy friends, for a few tooty fruity drinks laced with Titos.
Home now, after verifying that we should all just get along…. at noon tomorrow, at Kempton.
I love this life.
My next pneumonia shot? 5 years from now.
What a hoot!
Good luck with that.
Until noon tomorrow, hugs and kisses to Scooter, Bry, Tim, and Colleen!
See you in Kempton!