Hey Evereeboddee! It’s Monday morning and I am delirious. Nami is only moments away from being choked out. And Kingston, sweet boy, can’t decide if he wants to be in my lap or not, so he jumps up and jumps down and jumps up and he jumps down; meowing the whole time. Irritated, much? Me?! Heavens, no.

So, given the fact that we didn’t have very many views yesterday, probably because you were getting ready for a football game, I will forgive the fact that no one responded at all to my pleas for feedback about naming my printing company. In addition to names that I gave yesterday, I have a couple more names to add to the list. How about:

Obituary Mambo Printing Co.

or

Chesterfield Moonbeam Press

I guess I could put the names from yesterday on here. Or I could not and punish you for not responding sooner because of a non-hockey sporting event. I think I am going to have go with the latter.

So, our trip to the doctor’s office. Ah, yes, that. So, yesterday, while Pancake Land was getting up and around, I rushed and got a bunch of my stuff done in case we would be sitting in doctor’s office for 11 hours waiting to be seen. While my lovely lady was waking up, she did her normal routine stroll through the gossip sites and slowly made her way back to websites that are, for all intents and purposes, symptom databases. You know, the “self-diagnosing” websites. Anyways, she calls me into the living room at some point to show me her diagnosis. It is what scientists believe is a viral infection. The infection lasts for 6 to 12 weeks. The only symptom is a rash. No fever, no nausea. In half of the cases of the infection the rash itches, the other half never experienced itching. So far, so good. The pictures even look like what she has. The best part is that it is non contagious, so she could go watch the Super Bowl with G-Man. The bad part, but somehow still funny, is that only 0.14% of all of the women in the world will ever get this disease. Leave it to Pancake Land.

Rather than accept our faulty diagnosis, she finally agreed to go to the doctor. I hate going to the doctor as much as she does, so her hesitation was totally understandable. Anyway, we went to one clinic and it was packed full, so we hightailed it to a different clinic. This one wasn’t nearly as packed, but unfortunately, there were lots of sick people there. Stupid sick people. At this point we waited. In the waiting room. With the sick people. It didn’t take too long. At least I don’t think it did. I am not really reliable as a measure of time during yesterday’s experience. To take my mind off of other people and their willy-nilly spreading of infectious microbes, I finished reading the last six pages of Printing Digital Type and got through about 60 pages of Chamber of Secrets. I was a little too busy buying my school supplies for the coming term at Hogwarts to notice how long I was breathing other people’s illnesses. Needless to say there was lots of hand washing and immunity building Flintstones vitamins after that experience.

Here’s what we found out. It was the same thing that she had said at home. It is a disease called Pityriasis rosea or rather, the Grismas Tree disease. It is called this because of the Grismas tree shape the rash forms on your back as it follows your spine down and gets wider following the lines of the rib cage. Looks like somebody is having a little Grismas withdrawal. I really wish that I could have talked to the doctor before he went in to talk to her. She would have crapped her pants if the doctor came in and started asking her questions like:

Have you recently been to the beach?

Were there lots of people at the beach?

Were there lots of men wearing Speedos?

Did you happen to spend, perhaps, a little too much time staring at the their crotches?

At this point, he would sigh as his head fell forward and he wrote a few things on the chart.

“I’m sorry, mam, but it looks like you’ve got a case of the trucker bumps.”

Mouth open in horror. Poop. In pants.

Well, that’s what’s happening in my world. I’m running late and now is time for work. Have a great day everybody. More soon. ~SC