Yesterday, 12/6/2022.
—A Video Appointment with one of my Doctors.
“Hey, Lynn. Are you ready for our video appointment?”
“Yeah. We have to make it thirty today, doc. I can’t give ya a whole hour.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Ever heard of ‘Treet?'”
“Treat?”
“No. Treet. T-R-E-E-T”
“What’s that?”
“I thought it was like ‘Spam,’ but it ain’t. It’s awful.”
“You eat anything, don’t you?”
“No. I try anything once. There is a difference. I will not be eating ‘T-R-E-E-T’ ever again.”
“It even sounds bad with that spelling. What did it taste like?”
“Salt, mixed with Bologna and Hot Dog. Things I like but not all at once.”
“How much did you eat of it?”
“A sandwich and a half. Poor dog got the rest.”
“You look bad.”
“Aren’t you supposed to make me feel good about myself?”
“No. You do that. I just help you get there.”
“I think I’m gonna throw up.”
“Oh, Dear Lord! Go! Go, go, go! I’ll see you next month!”
—Click—
And I slept the rest of the day and night.
