GOING TO THE DOCTOR

HE'LL GIVE YOU ADVICE AND HE'S NOT AFRAID TO DIRTY HIS HANDS

"Going to the doctor" does not mean

     the same thing around our house anymore

as what it used to.

For you see, I've skipped the whole year...

     so far. Going, that is.

Some wimmin' "go to the doctor" all the 

blessed time. I guess iffen you're really sick,

it's okay, but we had a friend  who was one 

heck of a cook, especially with COOKIES.

You'd nearly die to even smell one of her 

cookies. Her doctors soon found out about

it, for she would take them a basket of cookies

on office visits (you know, reminiscent of old

times, when you took a fryer, in lieu of cash,

all picked and blow-torched, gutted, and 

ready to fry) and she got free sample drugs 

and I don't know whatall.

She went regular,,,"whether she needed to go

or not'"---at least I always wondered.

Anyway, BE is not that bad, but you young 

grooms, listen up: Don't never say to a 

wife: "I reckon my elbow hurts bad." 

Before you know it, she will have you traipsing

down to the doctor---and what a nightmare

it is with today's democratic restrooms...if you

have to slip away, you will have to decide

and select from six different-sexual-choice-

comfort-rooms. Choices, choices...ugh..

Nossir, Mil doesn't go that route anymore.He

knows a "specialist" who lives down toward

Capricorn who is more or less retired.

Does have a sort of "Practice" at his home

there...he practices on animals and even 

plants. He is Dr. W.. For short...

If you slip questions to him on email, he will

not classify them as an "office call'" and 

will give you advice on diet, liquids, healthful

recipes, nutrition, seafood, wild pig meat...

most all of which will git you well iffen you 

feel punk.

Don't be surprised when he touts baby

alligator stew, or French Fried Mud Bugs.

You should see me since he told me to eat

loads of Romaine Lettuce.

Once't, after I told him of having a teensy zit

take offen my nose, and they brought this

11/2 inch hypodeemic nerdle in to where I

lay, and clanked it down (big noise) on this

awful glass tray...shaking me up good, and 

I wrote him about it,  he sent pics of himself

treating clients...and WROTE: "Come on 

down,we'll take care of ya'."

(Okay so his clients that day were...cows.)

My knee's been sore so I think I'll head 

south to see him and git checked out.

Besides, he's got lots of fresh juices fixed

right now with his new juicer from AMAZON.

I think I'll try some watermelon juice when 

I arrive, to be sociable.

Being a guest (in that marvelous junky open

shed) I have only one request for the Doc---

     

         "If you should cook up anything for

          us to eat out on that there fishing dock,

          while we talk, remember I am allergic to 

          Saskatchewan  Dog."

I will bring cookies.

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Mil

19 JULY 17

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