And a lovely, bright-and-sparky morning it is indeed. I personally could hardly be more bright-and-sparky were I to have synthetic bright-and-sparky enhancements surgically added to my body.
I'd like to have started this entry by dedicating it to the nice red-headed nurse, but I started by being glib, so I'll do the dedication now:
This entry is dedicated to the charming, pretty red-headed nurse yesterday, who got me batteries for my palm pilot (gratis, for free, costing me nothing), was interesting to talk to, and didn't inject antibiotic into my veigns like she was trying to hose drying cement of a garden path.
Conversation with David - this is an overheard conversation. Not actually brave enough to talk directly to him. He may never stop once started and I have no way of retreating:
Doctor Alex: David - under the microscope they think you've got funny bugger's disease. (Name of disease changed to protect names and identities)
David: Ok Alex, is that right Alex, funny buggers disease Al. All right Alex.
Alex: Yes, they've looked under the microscope and that's what it is.
David: Under the microscope Alex, that's right Alex. Microscope, yes. Good mate, yes.
Alex: But everything seems to be ok, so you can go home this afternoon.
David: Home Alex. Is that right Alex. That's good Al. Ok mate. Home. Ok. Yeah thanks Alex.
Alex: Great - well done then, and I hope you continue to get better.
David: Better, yes Alex. I'm better. That's right Alex. Get better Al. That's right mate. Going to get better. Alex. Yes. Right. Better.
[Alex exits stage right, to talk to another patient]
David: Ok Alex. Thanks mate.That's right Al. Yes Alex.
[pause for a couple of seconds]
David: Yes, Alex. that's right. Yes. Ok then.
[pause]
David: All right mate. Yes. That's right
