Pace on Earth

Soul Doctor

Allow me to take you on a trip - a trip in time to the not so distant future. January 5, 2015, at my doctor's office.

SP - Give it me straight Doc, I can take it.
Doctor - Hehehehe, don't call me Doc.
SP - Sorry Dr. Naguib, is that better?
Doctor - Hehehe, no.
SP - Normy! What the hell is wrong with me?
Doctor - Si, you remember that time we went to Montreal in a limo?
SP - Yes, what the hell does that have to do with my stomach?
Doctor - Nothing, I just like to give people a good memory before giving them bad news, hehehehe. Your liver has failed.
SP - Thank you Dr. Asshole, that's probably the trip that started it.
Doctor - Hehehehe...Bingo! Have a sucker.

So after 3 other degrees and a couple years spent poking around the dead carcass that is the 'real world', Normy has decided to go back to school, this time in warmer climes. Yes, after much deliberation the man I used to call my walking Center for Disease Control has decided to give med school a go. Wisely he is doing it in the Caribbean. As is Normy's way he did all he could from letting us make a big deal of his departure. He swears he only committed to go on New Year's Eve but we know it's been in the works for some time. We did manage to get a party together and, although he missed most of it packing, he did get to read our lovely hand written balloon messages which he promptly burst. Dr. No Fun we all said.Normy is one of my best friends and a defacto social coordinator. He has been my roomate, my CDC, my personal historian (answering such questions as "What the hell happened to my pants?"), and endless source of amusement. He will be greatly missed but we are all ecstatic that he has taken this plunge and I look forward to adding 'my doctor' to that list.

"Hehehehe...you've got herpes"

Pacient Zero

posted by Vitamin S @ 5:28 p.m.