Words you don’t want to hear from your doctor: Boy are you sick.
Those words rung in my ears this morning as he gave me my diagnosis — strep throat.
But I guess his first clue was the fact that I couldn’t keep my head up on the examining table so when he walked in I was lying down and groaning. Two prescriptions later, here I am, hoping the drugs kick in before the journey to the beach tomorrow.
A funny guy, the doc said, “You haven’t been here in a while. Don’t you like me?”
“How long has it been?” I asked with a laugh.
“2002,” he said.
I take some solace in that.