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!
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| art by Seth Taylor |
Now, what is this medic's name and specialty?
25 comments:
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.
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.
And yes, a T-Rex looks like a crocodile on my phone in the parking lot.
Feel better. I had one of those days yesterday. Crawled into work today and beginning to think I have made a grievous error.
So sorry to hear this. Take care of yourself.
Looks like the flu-gator-abater is motoring to your rescue. Feel better soon.
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.
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.
Aaaa...um...ewe...
Gently place covers back on pile of laundry called Queen.
Get some rest babe.
I leave the room and bathe in Purell.
My favorite physician is Dr. Blanton swimming in hot tea, honey, and lemon.
Hope you feel better.
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. :)
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.
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.
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.
Feel better Janet! I hope Dr. Gnash there, the mordologist, restores your chomp soon.
Hope you feel better soon. Take care.
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....
Sorry to hear you're still sick. Hope you can get some good meds and be on the mend soon. :)
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.
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.
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.)
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... ;)
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.)
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.
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??
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