The pulmonary doctor I saw today is a man of few words, has a deadpan expression and asks questions to which he anticipates a response with little or no conversation. I believe he is a good doctor but reading my writing has proven to anyone by now that I don't do little or no conversation. I did today though. I met my match when I met this doctor. Fortunately I was working on breathing and feeling better and did not take offense. I felt more like a monkey who has been given a strange object and is turning it every which way in an effort to understand it. I did not do the monkey thing and take a bite out of the doctor. I got smarts real good bout those kind of things, y'all.
Night!
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