Magic

I went to the doctor yesterday because I have had a sore throat for a year. Yep, a year. In my defense I did go to the doctor last year for a sore throat, but it was a stubborn sore throat and every time I thought it was almost gone it would come back. So yesterday, after spending approximately 20 minutes filling out paperwork and 5 minutes getting things such as weight (ack!), temperature (98.5), blood pressure (110 over something) and pulse (I want to say 60…) measured. I sat there and waited played my Ipod and when the doctor came in he looked at my ears and my throat, talked to me for about 1 minute and gave me a prescription for…wait for it…MAGIC mouthwash (nasty stuff) and Keflex.

Last night I took the medicine and noticed that on the Keflex was the word Lupin. So I’m thinking that the doctor lied. It is not a sore throat at all but the beginning stages of turning into a werewolf. Yes, a werewolf. I mean they gave me magic mouthwash…

I think my owl got lost when I was eleven.

Imagination is a quality given a man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is.--Oscar Wilde