Today I had a doctor's appointment. If you've never had the thrill of going to the doctor's office on the day the Wellington Seniors' Bus comes to do their screenings, let me tell you it's an experience that will haunt my memory until the day I die, although that's probably another story. Anyway, I went because I had some throat stuff going on, and I figured I needed to get on antibiotics before it turned into something serious. I walked in and said "I think I have some sort of crazy, one-sided tonsilitis."

I tried to explain my medical history, thinking this would be easy, seeing as how I'd been to that office three times this year and it was right on the chart in front of the nurse's face. Despite this the nurse managed to get confused, but after I took my file from her and grabbed her pen and changed the things that needed to be changed myself we were able to move along. She did a strep culture, and I accidentally gagged on her and felt a little vindicated for having to write on my own file. Then Dr. Eric came in and poked my neck for three seconds, took a look at the golf ball in the one side of my throat and announced that I did indeed have some sort of crazy lopsided tonsilitis. He prescribed penicillin, which I also predicted. In fact, I had my doctor at the clinic ready on the phone so that he could cross reference the drugs I'm already on. It's funny how my preparedness irritates the nurse but makes the doctor's job so much faster, which in turn helps the office staff stay on schedule. You'd think they'd be glad to see a patient who didn't just step off the Wellington Senior Bus or something.

So now I'm on penicillin (kind of like your mom...BURN!) and it's expected to clear up within ten days, so hopefully this one swollen gland will go down and I won't be tired at 8 pm anymore.

That's my story. For the record, my throat hurts less than the knee I dropped a lamp on two days ago, so I suppose that's good. Also, I kind of sound like the pimply teenager on the Simpsons, so get your laughs in while you can, cause when I can bend my knee fully again I'll be able to chase you down and beat you. And I will.