Yesterday, my venerable and long-time cardiologist, Dr. Salem — who always looks boy-ish, to me — told me to come into the hospital to get tested for endocarditis and for the flu, because I was fever-ish.
I saw a doctor — whose first name was Ann (spelled right-ish, we both agreed) — who told me I didn’t look flu-ish. She said something like, “Most people who have the flu cannot move, they feel so blue-ish and awful-ish.” I’m sure-ish she didn’t use those exact words, but I’m close-ish.
Dr. Ann looked new-ish, but it’s difficult-ish to judge, since (1) she was wearing a mask and (2) I didn’t take a picture of her. I did take these, snap-ish-ly, when Dr. Ann’s assistant (who collects animal statues) was putting in the endocarditis orders, test-ish-ly:
Is it me, or does that look very platypus-ish?
It’s true(-ish) Dr. Ann and her assistant were new-ish to me, but I could tell they were both true blue-ish
which is one motto-ish of that hospital.
I knew-ish, from past experience, that the endocarditis results would take five days to return results. Dr. Ann told me the flu results would come back, hour-ish-ly, after I was home-ish.
I’m going to write the rest of this post quick-ish, so I can take these:
By the way-ish, what “-ish” do those look like, to you?
When I was home-ish, I got a call from Dr. Ann that the first-ish flu test said I did NOT have the flu.
To be true-ish, as I remained fever-ish last night, I got anxious-ish, since my fear-ish-ness then went to endocarditis. The phone range twice-ish, but I didn’t answer. Later-ish, I picked up a message, to find out that Dr. Ann had called back-ish, to tell me that I DID have the flu, based on the second-ish result.
So am I, since I got a flu shot at work and I still don’t feel or look horribly flu-ish.
In any case-ish, I hope-ish this music is cure-ish, for whatever ails us:
Thanks-ish to you-ish, for being so true blue-ish (here and now-ish).