Sunday, October 06, 2013

Minor Re-run

I wrote this seven years ago, when I was sick.

I bring it up because more and more, I want the Strep Throat Machine to be a thing:

Anyway, the doctor looks at my throat, and my nose and ears. Then gives me a strep test. Which I could write horrid things about, because it's not pleasant. But all things considered, it could have been worse. He could have punched me in the balls right before he'd administered the cotton swab. That would probably have been worse.

So. Then there was 10 minutes of waiting. You know, while the guy puts the cotton swab into the "Strep Throat Machine," which imagine looking somewhat like the #5 Robot from Short put the swap between the eyes, and robot analyzes it, and meanwhile entertains you with ethnic jokes.


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