Tuesday, February 04, 2020

ok, not a sloth but very much back under the weather

I thought I'd be done with this stupid whatever crapola, but I'm not.
It's one of those crawl out of bed for 20 minutes, and then back under the cover for three hours.

You know that sick feeling: when climbing back into bed feels so good you never want to get out.
When you're hungry but the idea of eating is more than you can bear?
(the cure for that is V8 by the way)

Time to call for a specialist!
art by Seth Taylor

Now, what is this medic's name and specialty?


nightsmusic said...

I'm so sorry to hear you're still not back up to par! Take care of yourself and hunker down. Spending time under the covers can be efficacious! Especially if you have a good hot toddy to go with.

Steve Forti said...

He's the Rockodile. He doesn't have a specialty, per se, but he does have a favorite Elton John song to blast while riding his steel horse down the highway.

Steve Forti said...

And yes, a T-Rex looks like a crocodile on my phone in the parking lot.

E.M. Goldsmith said...

Feel better. I had one of those days yesterday. Crawled into work today and beginning to think I have made a grievous error.

Lisa Bodenheim said...

So sorry to hear this. Take care of yourself.

Theresa said...

Looks like the flu-gator-abater is motoring to your rescue. Feel better soon.

Amy Johnson said...

Wow, what a surprise! Her name is Amy Johnson. Seth must have caught a glimpse of me as I rushed to a house call. Not sure how he managed that. Usually it's an impossible feat for the human eye--I'm really, really fast! My specialty? All of them. If only I were as good a writer as I am a medic. (And that's how I got out of the "Is it a T. rex, a crocodile, or an alligator?" conundrum. Great pic; I'm just not so good at reptilian differentiation.)

Hope you're better soon, Janet.

Carolynnwith2Ns said...

Hey you.
Yeh you.
Lump under the covers.
Get up.
Get your ass out of bed.
Kippers and kale for breakfast.
Forget the V8.
You need hot honey and castor oil.
Come on.

Covers pulled off blanket bulge.
Gently place covers back on pile of laundry called Queen.
Get some rest babe.

I leave the room and bathe in Purell.

Kregger said...

My favorite physician is Dr. Blanton swimming in hot tea, honey, and lemon.
Hope you feel better.

Colin Smith said...

Dr. Allie Gaytor, the only physician in town brave enough to treat a shark. Her patients can be curmudgeonly, but she's as snappy as the worst of them. A few shots of medicinal whiskey soon makes everything right--for both of them. :)

french sojourn said...

Dr. Thelonious Monk Rx. ( T-Rx )

A Doctor that specializes in the medicine of the soul, sure to Jazz up your life, when you're feeling the Blues.

Kaye George said...

I had whatever crud this is for a couple of months, November, December, into January. I lost 20 pounds, but kept the hacking cough as a souvenir. I hope you fare far better.

Craig F said...

It is rather suspicious that there was a Stupor Bowl Sunday night. I know that you, publicly, claim no knowledge of football, but those commercials are also legendary.

Get well soon, please.

JanR said...

Feel better Janet! I hope Dr. Gnash there, the mordologist, restores your chomp soon.

Marie McKay said...

Hope you feel better soon. Take care.

Kate Larkindale said...

Feel better! And take care with that "medic'". His cures are sometimes worse than the lurgy you're currently felled by. Or maybe that's just his breath....

Jen said...

Sorry to hear you're still sick. Hope you can get some good meds and be on the mend soon. :)

Lee Nire said...

Have a care, Janet, and do beware!

You mustn't trust that moto-bike mountebank.
He specializes in balderdash and chicanery.
He believes bloodletting means letting him have some blood.

This disreputable reptile would negotiate a nefarious nostrum, would offer snake oil to a shark, a quack remedy for a queen.

Stay under the blanket until he's gone. (T-Rex cannot see you if you don't move.)
Get well soon.

Claire Bobrow said...

Sorry you're under the weather again, Janet. Hope the V8 helps! I'm not sure ol' Rx T. Rex is the medic you need. His specialty is Dino sores.

AJ Blythe said...

Crook-a-dial...kinda like Uber Eats, but comes bearing V8, paracetomol and the entire set of Coupling DVDs.

(Is "crook" an Aussie word? In case I need to translate, it means sick.)

Colin Smith said...

AJ: I think "sick" is an Aussie alternative definition of "crook," so thanks for the clarification. Otherwise one might think the V8, paracetamol, and DVDs were stolen... ;)

C. Dan Castro said...
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C. Dan Castro said...

If he was a lawyer, I’d call him Al Litigator.

But if he’s a doctor, I’ll throw in a spoonerism (sort of) and call this crocodile, Doctor Crile.

His specialty? Crushing his patients in his jaws with 5000 lbf. (Never said he was a good doctor.)

John Davis Frain said...

I believe that's the lady with the alligator purse.
Inside T-Rex's alligator purse.

Miss Janet called the doctor.
Miss Janet called the nurse.
Miss Janet called the lady with the alligator purse.

NLiu said...

My MIL feeds us yangmeijiu if we get sick. It's a type of Chinese fruit steeped in something that's about a gazillion percent proof. It doesn't matter if it doesn't kill off the bugs, because you won't feel your throat after swallowing it.

Surprisingly effective.

Something you might like to try??