Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Under the Influence

I shall seek and find you.
I shall take you to bed and have my way with you. I shall make you ache, shake and sweat until you moan and groan.
I will make you beg for mercy ... beg for me to stop.
I will exhaust you to the point where you will be relieved when I’m finished with you.
And you will be weak for days.
The Flu
(Now get your mind out of the gutter ... and get your flu shot!)

The above is taped to the wall of my doctor’s waiting room. I didn’t listen this year, and now it’s got me.

Not fun at all.

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