Waal, said Windy, stirring his coffee. I hate to do this here, but Im afeerd a whole bunch of its Docs fault.
This announcement coincided with Doc coming to join us at the counter here at the Mule Barn Coffee Shop and Desperate Dilemma Depository. Yeah, its kinda like that.
So Windy, Doc asked, flipping his coffee mug to the upright and fillable position, what have I done now?
Oh, Doc, Windy said, aint so much you as it is doctorin in the general, you know. You guys go to school until youre 72 and have to stick us with words we dont know, cant say, and dont need.
Doc waited and looked at his old friend before adding sugar.
Ya see, Doc, said Windy, ever since I found my ownself approachin middle age
Yeah, Windy, but from which end?
The laughter eventually subsided a little. Enough to allow for more ideas.
Wellsir, them doctor guys come up with diseases and pills nobody else can say proper like, and not even the girl at the drugstore kin spell em right. Like fluteraginatic flim-flams. Heck, it you had em youd have to write down how to spell them, and it still wouldnt tell ya what the pills do.
Windy looked around. So Im gonna fix that. Yessir, ol Alphonse Wilsons gonna straighten out the wonderful world of medicine and make it easier on real people. Got a couple examples here of my real people translations. Like Quitcher. See? Its a real people translation of stomach pills. Its short for Quitcher Bellyachin.
Doc nodded. I think youve got something there, Windy. Let me know when you get to Migraine is Just Like Yore Grain, Will you? And Im buying the coffee this morning.
Sometimes science can be amazing.


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