Richard just doesn't do the doctor. He hates the doctor. He loathes waiting rooms filled with ill, coughing people. He doesn't like the smell. He really really hates needles to the point of passing out cold. So, when Richard goes to the doctor, he's sick. All of that said, I just spent the entire afternoon, 4 hours, at the doctor's office and another hour waiting for a prescription because I have a severe sinus infarction, er, infection. It is so bad that I have renamed my throat "the highway to hell", because am sure it burns almost as bad. This was my first trip to the doctor in 5 years. And that time was to get my neck and head checked after a wreck. Before that it was at least 2 or 3 years.so we'll say 8 years since I have been to the doctor for illness. Wow. I am a freak and a chicken. It's those stinkin' needles. If I were Ernie and had to live with needles like I were married to 'em I'd be in trouble. But I am happy now to have meds that will make me better.

I just realized I haven't check Ern and Clint today... Later.