January 16, 2006
Fortunately, the Animal Doctor up the street took me under her wing (so to speak), and after doing the cold stethoscope (do they soak them in ice water?) to the back trick, said I might have a young case of bronchitis (or however that's spelled), and gave me a bottle of... um... Doxy-cycling High-plate.*
Antibiotic. Though it sounds like prostitutes on Schwinns juggling dishes.
And this is Rush week at the Duck U. Bookstore. What a rotten week for me to be sick. Last week? I could have called in sick. Next week? Called in sick. This week? I'm open-to-close through Friday.
C'mon, antibiotic! Rah rah rah! Go drug go, beat the ickyness!
What, did you expect some sort of deep thought here? I'm a duck, and I've got an ick... I'm going to have a hard enough time thinking, let alone pondering the imponderables.
But thank you for the compliment!
53 queries taking 0.1729 seconds, 270 records returned.
Powered by Minx 1.1.6c-pink.