Can you tell me/What's ailing me?
So, we went to what now calls itself "Urgent Care," but is still the same doc-inna-box, where strugglin' young doctors (and a few older ones) work in volume and pass the savings on to you. If anybody knows what kind of ickinesses and sicknesses are moving up the Top-40 Aliments charts right now, it's them.
Old lyrics and overextended metaphors aside, it's "Dx: Vertigo," for me and I've been issued some anti-tumbling pills, a fistful of Amoxicillin for luck and a gentle suggestion that the Tincture of Time be left to do its work; so either I'm irretrievably doomed or it's nothing much and, absent any compelling evidence for the first, I'll go with the second.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
1 year ago