Fingernails III

A slow day in the big city. We’re looking forward to tomorrow. We get to go with MOS to see her doctor. Her doctor’s name is--well, let’s call him Dr. Jones. Only that’s not the way she pronounces it. She pronounces it, “Dr. Jonestheidiot.”

House, he ain’t. His general recommendation for everything is for MOS to lose weight and have her gall bladder out. Of course, removing the gall bladder would take care of a few pounds, anyway: killing two birds (and perhaps one MOS with one operation).

MOS hastens to add that he is good at writing referrals--and contraindicating warnings on prescription labels. “Don’t worry. Salt tablets are perfectly fine for people with high blood pressure. Just drink lots of juice.”

MOS is looking concerned. We assured her that Dr. Jonestheidiot doesn’t read this blog. Nobody reads this blog. She’ll be fine. Just keep taking those salt tablets.