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My doctor called in sick this morning. For me that means eight more days on crutches. It's probably just as well because I can tell that my ankle isn't 100%, but I'm really ready to be walking normally. Ah well, the timing could be worse: I didn't have any plans for this weekend except electrolysis. I predict another attack of the fuckits.
I didn't ask what was up with Dr. Gaydude. For one thing, it's none of my business. For another, he's a primary care physician, so he's around sick people all the time anyway.
And speaking of horrible viruses, I got on the second bus I saw this morning that was nearly empty at around 0945. My route is really popular; I've seen plenty of people on it after 2100. It seems to me that people might be staying off the bus.
I didn't ask what was up with Dr. Gaydude. For one thing, it's none of my business. For another, he's a primary care physician, so he's around sick people all the time anyway.
And speaking of horrible viruses, I got on the second bus I saw this morning that was nearly empty at around 0945. My route is really popular; I've seen plenty of people on it after 2100. It seems to me that people might be staying off the bus.
