They came, they saw...

They took lots of pictures and they asked lots of questions. My doc for this clinic was stellar. He even remembered to keep his white coat on, which was hysterical. (Normally, he never wears his coat in the office.)

We had to wait a long while for the dignitaries to come through, so we asked the doc lots of questions. He told us his father was a military doctor who worked in a controlled area and never talks about his work.

My technical specialist, S., said "I did the same thing when I was in the military. I can't talk about it, either."

"Well, I won't ask any more, because I don't want to hear, 'if I tell you, I'll have to kill you.'" I told S.

The patient, Mr. Q., who was a "jungle grunt" in Vietnam (his words) says, "All they told me about this appointment was that I had to talk to people. Maybe I ought to leave."

"We're just being silly, Mr. Q." I told him. I'm not letting S. do anything to you or he doesn't get anymore Mountain Dew.

S. just smiled...and clutched his bottle close to his chest.

You just have to know what really makes people tick...and where their sense of humor lies.

Mr. Q. had a good time and told me he was going to stay in his room and rest this afternoon, in case he needed to sign any autographs later.

We had a good laugh.

And off I go to sleep. My destiny awaits (with a quick trip to PublicU).