Friday, March 23, 2012

Bob Goes to the Hospital

A solid gym workout.  A night of howling wind and spitting sand.  Hazy, thick morning air. Coffee, tea, meetings…and then: broiling chickens on an indoor grill.  Upstairs lunchroom.  Hot air rising. Hot "Egyptian Chicken."  Hot.  Space. Hot. Rice. Hot…
 
…water?  Too late.
 
Helped downstairs.  Sandy air refreshes.  "I'm fine," he says.
 
But the boss insists, so he goes:
 
To hospital.
 
Gets EKG.  Everything looks good (black sox excepted).
Blood work done.  No problems there (doesn't watch).

Waits.


Waits some more. Keeps waiting. Waits a lot…just like in every hospital in every city in the world.

And finally, the prescription:

If you live in a place where the air looks like this:


And the temperature feels like this:



And you're doing much of this:


It's important to drink lots and lots of this:

So your healthy, happy life may continue…like this:

Happily, Bob is FINE, everyone!  :)

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love the picture at the end! Glad Bob is okay. Love AK

Kennaley Family said...

THANKS for posting!! Yes, he was always ok. :)

Anonymous said...

You guys will do ANYthing to get to experience EVERYthing, won't you!! Was it fun for you? Love, Mom