Whose turn?

I like my retina specialist quite a lot. He can wax nearly poetic in discussing the progress that has been made in his specialty since the early days of his practice. The visions he has saved, or at least helped to maintain, using new techniques is a subject that delights him when he compares it to the tools available when he began.

He usually greets me with a handshake or kiss on the cheek when he comes in. This last visit, he backed off, telling me that he had started feeling a scratchy throat after he got to work that morning. He did not want to give it to anyone.

Of course, he did share. Or someone else in the waiting room did. As J, BigEd, and I have just got over a similar bout, I am not too well pleased. Don't feel too badly, just stuffy and coughing, which is definitely not what we had before. We felt awful with the other stuff we had.

I go back to see him for a follow-up visit on the 19th. What d'you bet we play viral ping-pong? I don't think this will ever make the Olympics . . .