"Oh Doctor He's in Trouble". "Oh Goodness Gracious Me"

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The response from a Fax sent last Friday by Hubby to his Vas/Surgeons office, regarding the urgency for the approval of medication, arrived yesterday six days later after traversing the world, probably via India.
I thanked the Sub/Continental voice on the other end of the phone for the speedy reply.

The latest report on My hubby Vest.
Yesterday - Thursday 21st. feeling fine-headache minimal. he took two different pills of the new duo medication at 5pm.
This morning 7-30 he was feeling real crook, his headache had made a dramatic comeback his pulse over active as he made a slow journey to the dunny on painful wobbly legs.
11-15, His headache has lessened but some pain in not so wobbly legs.
That's all folk's. He's off the plonk now but I'll be off to the club tonight while he and our first born watch the one dayer on the telly. Bye for now 'Rosey'.

Comments

Jimmy said…
Praise the Lord
he can go to the dunny on his own
Friday 22 May 2009 at 14:35:00 GMT+10
Billy McGill said…
To rosemary, tell vest to stay on the Blood I find it is much better, than pills, had an offer to go with the vets January next to Singapore and Penang. Paid for by the lottery, turned it down as I found long Haul is a bit much now. Went to Mauritius last Xmas and new year.Think of you both with affection. Best Wishes Billy Mcgill ( Scouse ! )
Saturday 23 May 2009 at 00:36:00 GMT+10
Jimmy said…
A nice, calm and respectable lady Like Rosey

went into the pharmacy, walked up to the pharmacist, Wally
looked straight into his eyes, and said, "I would like to buy some cyanide."

The pharmacist asked, "Why in the world do you need cyanide?"

The lady replied, "I want it to poison my husband."

The pharmacist's eyes got big and he exclaimed, "Lord have mercy! I can't give you cyanide to kill your husband. That's against the law! I'll lose my license! They'll throw both of us in jail!

All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!"

The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist's wife.

The pharmacist looked at the picture and replied, "Well now, that's different. You didn't tell me you had a prescription."
Saturday 23 May 2009 at 01:07:00 GMT+10
Anonymous said…
Great stuff - if he is watching cricket, he must be feeling better. All the best for a speedy recovery.
Saturday 23 May 2009 at 08:47:00 GMT+10
Jimmy said…
its about time
u posted a new post
Tuesday 26 May 2009 at 09:06:00 GMT+10
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