I Shall Never Be Sicky Again!

Okay. So The Doctor declared me Sick. He thinks I have A Cold. And some sort of Infection. I left his office armed with prescriptions for Cough Syrup, Anti-Inflammatory Pills, An Antibiotic, and A Sample Of Heartburn Medication.

When I was called in from The Waiting Room, I was led to The Examination Room. A Nurse asked me, "Why are you here?" And I told her, "Listen, I am Getting Married in A Week. I am Sick. Give Me Meds! Arrrrggggh!!" Except, I said it a lot nicer than that. She asked me My Symptoms and before I told her what they were I said, "I know this is A Cold. But, I need to Be Better! I have Things To Do!"

"Hmm," she said. "When did you start feeling Sick?"

"Thursday. Well, Friday. It got Really Bad on Sunday," I replied.

And as she wrote down the notes, I could tell, She Didn't Think I Would Be Better.

The Doctor assured me I Would Feel Better, however. He told me if I Didn't Feel Better By Monday, I needed to Come In Again.

"Do you think I Won't Feel Better By Monday?" I asked, always seeing The Glass As Half Empty.

"No!" he told me. "I think you will Feel Better by Tomorrow!"

And so, let's hope he is right. After all, Tomorrow Is Another Day.