I had an appointment with Doc this morning.
“There y’are” says he. “How are ya?”
“You’re the Doc. You’re supposed to tell me.”
“Right! Get all your kit off.” He started putting on one of those rubber glove things.
“No way!” says I hastily. “I’m not here about myself. I’m here in loco whatyoumaycallit.”
“Ah! Is it the dog? Is Penny all right?”
“Penny is grand. I’m here about Herself.”
“Oh. What’s wrong with her?”
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“That should fix her and keep her well sedated” says Doc, handing me a prescription. “Now what about the flu jab?”
“What about it?”
“Do you want it?”
“Maybe you should, just this year. You’re a high risk category.”
“Fuckit. Go on then…”
So I got my jab. I don’t like the idea of being injected with unknown shit, but I’m beyond caring at this point.
If I get the Virus now then at least I can sue Doc.