I said, "Doctor, (Doctor ) Mr. M.D., (Doctor ) Now can you tell me, tell me, tell me, What's ailin' me?"
It turns out differently in real life to the song; what I really need is an antibiotic, cough syrup with codiene and three days of bed rest with plenty of fluids.
Yeah, three days. They were initially not going to let me go back until Monday but I'm scheduled for a weekend shift, so I had to ask and the answer was that it'd be okay. I've got the start of a Z-pack down the hatch and so if you'll 'scuse me, I have a date with the sandman -- and I don't mean the guy who sells telcom stuff in Chicago.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
1 year ago