Tower Of Babel

People, I really must apologize, I don’t have anything worthy of discussion. I suppose the one thing that features in everyone’s mind this week is this persistent RAIN. I think we could really use a break now. My Aunt’s funeral is tomorrow morning. I can’t begin to imagine what the scene out at Dovecot will be like with its RED dirt. I think I had better carry an old pair of shoes.

Well, if nothing else, with the rain there is little that one wants to do outdoors especially for entertainment. So, maybe its a good thing that The World Cup has started. WICKED!! At least you can check a bredren and have a few drinks while watching the matches this weekend, or just loaf at the yard and do the same. I have France and Argentina up there, but I guess there must be others that will provide us nuff skill and excitement. Comments about this are more than welcome!! World Cup is easily my favourite International sporting event, I like it more than the Olympics. As the tournament unfolds, I think that both my site as well as Mad Bull’s will be full of posts about the better matches.

Well, as I said when I opened, I am a bit short on commentary tonight. So with that, I’ll just exit as I don’t wish to be accused of chatting crap. You all take care, keep dry and look out for the GOALS!!!

Well, this may be the last in the series of High School posts (at least for now anyway.) I was expecting far more commentary from other Blue and Whiters, some of them have been most dismal, hence I’m starting to lose my enthusiasm. Big up to all those of you who did me the courtesy of visiting and commenting. So, I think I’ll return to my other stuff as of tomorrow.

There is one particular incident that is well rooted in my memories of Third Form. Now, I was in 3E, this class was noted for having generally poor behaviour (how I ended up with such a rowdy bunch is beyond me). This incident involved an English Literature teacher that was named Mr. Brown. We actually used to call him, MAD BROWN! This was because he used to dress very strangely; purple jacket with orange necktie and some really strange outfits. In retrospect, now that I’m a Medical Practitioner, I really wonder if he did indeed have a Psychiatric illness, he may well have been Manic.
Anyhow, he was trying to conduct a class in 3E, but not with much success. We really didn’t like him, we thought he was wasting our time. This man had spent over one School Term on the book, “Things Fall Apart,” by Chinua Achebe. We didn’t like the book and frequently rebelled against it and Mad Brown. One of our favourite ways of protesting, was to make the sound of a swarm of bees. We would all sit in the class and everyone, with their mouths closed would start a humming buzzing sound, starting from the back rows and slowly making its way forward until, the whole class was involved! I personally thought it was hilarious. (I was actually no Saint in school, but I knew how to cause trouble and get away with it!)

Now Phleg (who else), was also in 3E. We had already managed to piss off Mad Brown by our buzzing noises, so he was pretty labile this day in particular. Phleg had a peice of waste paper on his desk that he had crumpled up, and wanted to throw in the garbage pan. So Phleg got up. Mad Brown told him to sit down. Mad Brown asked him what the problem was. Phleg explained that he wished to throw the piece of paper away. Mad Brown told him to wait until the end of the class. Phleg persisted, telling him that he needed to throw it away now as it was, “Disturbing him.” Phleg then proceeded to the garbage pan which was at the front of the class, near to the teacher’s desk. Now the teacher’s desk was on a platform about 6 or 7 inches high off the ground. Mad Brown was furious. Phleg arrived at the garbage pan, which by the way, was made of metal. Phleg was throwing the paper into the bin, when Mad Brown’s head ‘took him’. Mad Brown jumped down off the platform, lined up Phleg’s hand and jumped on it with all his weight, cutting Phleg’s hand against the garbage pan. Phleg exclaimed, “BOMBO CLAAT,” in excruciating pain, and I believe a fight ensued. (Is this the same fellow that is now preparing to become a Deacon?) Mad Brown resigned the following day. This is the most vivid memory that I have of Third Form, and I have told many individuals about it.

Well, I see that the rains continue. The flooding has wreaked havoc in many Parishes. I can see our ‘wonderful’ government using the Disaster Relief as a means of ‘looking vote fi de coming Election’, which by the way, we still can’t hear the date of yet!! More time.

Well, having seen the wonderful commentary and memories that my high school posts have stirred up, I have decided to continue. It’s just as well anyhow, as I didn’t think I had anything else to talk about tonight. Now I have just finished having my dinner which was some mean Red Peas soup. I haven’t had this for a while so it was pretty good going down. I’m sure you know what they say about Red Peas though. Yup, they tend to gas you up. So, I guess that it’s just a matter of time before ‘hell a go buss out’ later! You’ve all been warned, so stay clear!

Mad Bull paid me a ‘doctors visit’ not too long ago, a bit of a paradox eh? We had some business doing. I told him about my plans to continue the school days posts, and he made a good suggestion. Why not go through them form by form, starting naturally with First Form? So here goes.

Now I went to the White and Blue from Priory Prep. School. Most of the other guys that came to Georges, were from schools like Vaz, Mona Prep. and the likes. I remember that we were asked to introduce ourselves by saying our names and what school we came from. When my turn came around, I introduced myself as Dr. D. from Priory. Then, it was as if there was an echo in the class, “Priory, Priory, Priory.” Yes friends, in those days Priory was labelled as a school for the elite and wealthy, (how I ended up there was a matter of pure luck I believe), hence this was the response that I received.

Now I was noted for excellence in Spanish. We had a teacher named Mr. Cheeseman. He was famous for pinching us on the shoulders especially if you were doing rubbish in his class. A certain member of my class who has since distinguished himself in our Armed Forces and in the business of Banking, was apparently not too hot in his ability to ‘Habla Espanol’ and he was apparently very jealous of my ’shocking out’ in this area. Do you know that this BWOY because of his jealousy, proceeded to push his foot out in one of the aisles and trip me? I actually didn’t remember that the event took place, but the little bugger reminded me of it at our Reunion last year. Fret not, he’s been long forgiven. In case you are not sure who I’m talking about yet another clue is that he considers himself a serious ‘baller’ but then again, we know better….. The only balls that me may know how to play with, are the two that dangle between his legs. I’m really enjoying this!

We had a female English teacher who favoured me. Now, she was quite endowed in the bosom area, so we corrupted her name and called her “Miss Hot Cross Buns.” She was famous for feeling up her breasts while teaching. I don’t think we had any complaints about that. I remember one day when the entire First Form class was given detention and she was pleased to hand out “Royal Bank Letters” for us to copy as punishment. These were company letters from the Bank, and we had to slavishly rewrite them while in detention, a real crappy business. They were pages long!

Second Form has one particular memory for me. Many of my close friends have heard this one before. We had a Maths teacher named Mr. Ramsay, he never pronounced my name correctly, always one of the various corruptions that my surname is subjected to. On this day in particular, one of the guys in our class had brought a case of ‘boots’ to school. The brand was “Panther Condoms,” for those of you who may have been priviliged to use them. Now everyone in the class was taking a pack of three. Not to be left out and be considered a nerd, I naturally took a pack. Now trust me, Dr. D. had no use for these prophylactics at that time, perhaps in my dreams only. Later in the Maths class, one of the Chinese fellows from the class (who was repeating) went into my schoolbag and took out my pack of condoms, dangling them in the air for all to see. Naturally, Mr. Ramsay saw them and asked this scamp where he had got them. “Out of Dr. D’s bag Sir”, he replied. The teacher then looked at me and in a very grim voice asked me, “Dr. D, does your Mother know that you are using these things?” I replied with quite a bare face, “Yes Sir.” He then said, “So I suppose it’s OK for me to mention it to her on Parent’s Day then?” I never answered.

Now Parent’s Day came around once per school term, I think, in order to discuss ones academic performance in school. (I was most dismal in Maths, but all else was kriss.) Well, guess what? That term in particular, Dr. D. did not carry home any report card, and luckily, my parents never found out. (I don’t think I ever did use those Panthers either!)

Yes friends, I’m really enjoying this, but I’m getting a little tired now, so I will continue again tomorrow. I think Phleg will feature in Third Form. Heh heh!!! Take care till the morrows.

Well Phleg, I went walking as part of my exercise programme (I’m trying to get rid of my love handles) this evening. While I was walking, I was thinking about my post and realised that there was a serious omission on my part. So having returned home, I ate my dinner and logged on to see if any of the Blue and White crew had commented as yet. Well, Mad Bull, one of my most reliable visitors only confirmed what I had thought about. (I guess great minds think alike eh MB?) So, I decided to type a little something to explain how your nickname came into being. After all, you’ve become a regular visitor to my site!

PHLEGM is the word describing the stuff that one coughs up when having a cold, otherwise known as SPUTUM. (In Jamaica, it is what people refer to as bringing up when, “You hawk and spit.” Yes, just the thought of it sounds disgusting!) You apparently did not pronounce or spell the word properly, so you said it was Phleg (pronounced FLEG and not Phlegm, pronounced FLEM which is correct.) Apparently, that’s how your nickname came into being. It has managed to stick, but I must say that you are not deserving of it. You are such a decent, religious and socially aware guy, God only knows how we could liken you to something as offensive as Phlegm. Anyhow, never mind. Just thought I would add that to what has already been said. If there is any impropriety about my understanding of the birth of the name, please feel free to correct me. I don’t think I was in that class at the time of the conception. (Maybe that’s why me caan spell?!) Gotta go gargle, I think there’s some phlegm in my throat!! Cough, cough!!

Last year marked 20 years since I graduated from High School (man, I’m getting old) and since then, I have met up with far more of the guys that I went to school with on a much more regular basis. This is because we had an official 20 year Reunion, which I think we all thoroughly enjoyed. Many of my classmates have unfortunately migrated and live in the U.S, England or Canada. We have a fairly active list of e-mailers and I have only recently joined this list. Some have referred to me as, “Finally coming out of the Dark Ages.” On the first few days after getting on-line, Mad Bull (who I also went to school with) sent me a message that went, “Welcome to Cyberspace!” By reading a lot of the messages that we circulate back and forth, I have come to realise that although we are a lot older and more mature, those of us who receive the e-mail and reply to messages get great pleasure out of teasing each other, just like in school days. I guess, boys will always be boys. MB and myself go through this teasing with each other all the time, especially when having a few drinks.

This just got me to thinking about some of our school days. One of the things that I remember well was some of the nicknames we had for some of our school friends. Now those of you who went to other boys’ schools (and there really is only one, the BLUE and WHITE of North Street, of course) may know only too well how disgusting some of the names that you called your friends were. Many of these names stick with people until adulthood. A few that come to mind are as follows: BUDDYHEAD, SHITTY, COME CURLS, TWIN BATTY and MOTHER MAN. I will give the respective individuals the courtesy of keeping their real identities secret. After all, this is a blog!

Buddyhead was one of the larger and more athletic individuals in our class. He was well known for his football (soccer) abilities. His hair was usually kept low cut and hence it would outline the shape of his head well. Now his head was reputedly shaped like the glans penis (hood head), hence his name, Buddyhead. I remember when he used to play football and he was doing well on the field, we used to encourage him by saying, “Bud, Bud, Bud, Buddyhead!”

Shitty was a rather short fellow. He is also deceased, unfortunately. I heard that he was killed in New York quite a few years back. I hope his soul has found eternal rest. How he actually got his nickname, I’m uncertain. If any of the guys from school read this post and know, feel free to update me in commentary. I remember a certain Priest who used to teach English and play Tennis who was most disgusted when he discovered Shitty’s nickname. He wondered how on God’s earth we could look to call another human being this!

In my school days, Jherry Curling (I hope I have spelled it correctly) was only just beginning to come into its own. Back in those days, this type of hairstyle was not considered the masculine thing to do at all. This guy had gone ahead and ‘Jherried’, his hair. Now there used to be all sorts of activators and so on that were used to maintain the style. Some of these chemicals used to drip from the hair onto the person’s shoulders. Being the disgusting schoolboys that we were, we likened this to ‘come’, i.e. semen. Hence, COME CURLS, because it appeared that a man had ‘come’ in this guys head. His actual identity slips me, but the nickname is well cemented in the neuronal circuits of my brain.

Twin Batty, is actually one of the better friends that I have maintained contact with since High School, so I will try my best not to ‘diss’ (disrespect) him too much. Hush Twin Batty. This fellow is one of the larger individuals from my class. He was not FAT per se as he was fairly athletic, known for his prowess in Swimming and Water Polo. He also was a fairly bright fellow and was well known for his rather loud talking! He had (and still does have) a rather large abdomen (belly) and protuberant (for want of a better word) buttocks. So large were his buttocks as he appeared to have a pair!! Hence the name, Twin Batty. (P.S. One batty equates to the usual two buttock cheeks that NORMAL looking individuals have ) This nickname was actually given to him quite late, perhaps in 4th or 5th form, by a fellow in a much lower form. I can actually see his little face now mocking Twin Batty, his voice not yet even beginning to change, as he perhaps had not even began to discover that wonderful period of every young lad’s life, puberty. Naturally, Twin Batty was outraged by the teasing and being much larger than he was, started to chase him. However, this little guy was much too swift for him and he escaped the potential slaughtering. The nickname has stuck, however, but we tend not to use it too freely nowadays. We prefer to call him by more benign names.

Mother Man was a slim fellow who was noted for his rather pink and full lips. I can’t say that I know what has become of him, but this fellow is lucky to be alive today. He derived great pleasure in telling you about, “You Mother!” Every word or sentence used was ended with “You Mother.” Or even more disgustingly, “Go suck you Mother!!” I suspect if he tried this today he would be confronted by some serious fist fights or perhaps even the wrong end of a ‘NINE.’

This is a bit of a change from the usual type of post that I have been accustomed to making. But change is good sometimes. It breaks monotony and I was feeling a bit nostalgic thinking back on school days. I think that many of the fellows I went to school with have done fairly well, becoming productive citizens (whether here or abroad) and husbands and Fathers as well. Such was life on the REAL and ONLY side of North Street. There are times when I look back with fondness and wish that such memories could be relived. I guess I’m really getting on in my years.

Well, it seems as if the rain has decided to call it quits. At least seven lives lost in flooding. I guess we never know when our number will be called. Walk good ’till next time. COMMENTS??? PLEEEASE?! BLUE AND WHITE CREW IN PARTICULAR!!

I’ve been accused of developing an X-Rated blog by my sister Rufie, so I will behave myself and talk about more benign issues than my lewd thoughts, as I did yesterday.

Well, if nothing else is happening here in Jamaica, the rain continues, like a “DURACELL” battery, it just keeps going and going and going…… Of course, whenever rain falls day after day like this, the usual flooding and damage to roads and private property happens. At the hospital this morning, all was quiet as usual on Sunday, but even more so than normal. My patients were bundled up under the sheets and one was even surprised that I came. I had to inform her that it was my duty.

I read in the Sunday Gleaner today where the leader of the Opposition, Mr. Edward Seaga comments that the country is in its worst state ever. Yet on the other hand, there is a report from The Planning Institute of Jamaica, PIOJ, that the economy is showing growth. I wonder if that is negative or positive growth? All in all, I guess that the dollar has been relatively stable for about a year or so, but many people are having difficult times regardless.

Claude Mills also has a pretty good article called “Male bathroom horrors” on page 16 of the Sunday Gleaner’s OUTLOOK magazine. I find his articles are usually of a high standard, full of wit and quite humorous.

I guess that you can tell that I don’t have much to discuss today. Sometimes life is like that, excitement one day and dull the next. So before I’m accused of boring anyone, let me leave you all to enjoy the rest of what is left of this rather wet Sunday afternoon. Perhaps I can find a decent movie to watch or read a Medical Journal, after all, I have several issues that I really have only scanned briefly. Or then again, I can check Mad Bull’s blog, perhaps he has posted about something that would spark more commentary than this. You all huddle up, keep warm and take care.

I awoke this morning to the gentle sound of rain falling on the roof. Beautiful. Yes, the rain and grey skies continue. I rolled over, yawned and looked at my bedside clock, 6:45 AM. So I stretched, released a couple of those loud early morning farts and started thinking. I was resolute that I was not getting up right away even though I have to go in to see our patients, as I’m on duty this weekend.

What more could a man want to make this morning just perfect? Initially I had thought that I wasn’t going to put this on the site, but what the hell? Life’s short. If I get any flack about it, I’ll just have to weather it! I put my hands behind my head, heard some birds outside chirping. They are clearly very happy for the rain. My mind started to drift. The thought of a beautiful woman’s feminine body sleeping beside me was just ideal. I started thinking about how I’d gently caress her in order to rouse her slowly from sleep. She would then awaken to see the boyish grin on my face and feel the aching willingness of my hardened member, pleading for some action…… Then the blasted pager went off!! Goddamn, who the hell could be paging me at a time like this when my thoughts were taking me down a pathway of bliss??? Anyway, it was one of those messages that read, “Number dialled, no message left.” Fine by me. I guess it was a more than subtle reminder that, rain or not, I’m on call. So I rolled over and got a few more winks. The erotic thoughts were pretty nice though. Any of you guys out there, who acted out these thoughts this morning, are probably still in sweet post coital slumber. Hope you and your female partner enjoyed what ensued.

I guess my hormonal levels are at a high. Ater all, with joggers, thongs and rainy weather for three days in a row, what’s a regular guy to do? These things only come naturally. Well, we discharged the chick with the thong yesterday. I wonder if I’ll see any joggers at work today?????? You’ll be updated. Have a good Saturday. Later.

Well guess what visitors? Seems that Dr. D. who frequently suffers from verbal diarrhoea on his posts, is a bit constipated this evening. The words are just all clogged up. I really can’t say that I have a topic on which to expound tonight.

Right now, I’m here at the terminal listening to a CD by Celine Dion, it’s an old one from my small collection. It has a particularly beautiful song on it entitled, “Call the man.” I’m actually listening to it in an attempt to counteract the silence that now prevails in the house.

With the rains and grey skies that we have been having in the last few days, there has been flooding in some Parishes. It also caused a reduction in the amount of patients attending our clinic at the hospital today. Of course, there were no complaints on my part. We left the hospital at a very reasonable hour for a Friday. No traffic to contend with on the way home.

Actually, I left work at such a reasonable hour, that I stopped at a flower shop and purchased some peach coloured carnations (my Mother’s favourite) and assorted orchid blooms to put in the house. Flowers are things of beauty, and signify life in my opinion. With my Aunt’s passing, I suspect that we may have some visitors on the weekend. So, the flowers will help to make the house look ‘lived in’ and symbolise life. In the midst of death, I guess there is rebirth into another life of beauty. I hope I am not boring you, if so then you can feel free to quit. It won’t hurt my feelings, after all, me well resilient!! (I’m very resilient.) Just kidding.

My nextdoor neighbour stopped over for a few minutes, we just shared a few pleasant memories of my Aunt. Damn, doesn’t it just get to you how the moment that you leave this Earthly existence, every reference to you just suddenly goes into the past tense??? She was a nice person. He used to be a good Father and the like…. I guess it makes us realise just how finite our existence is. Anyhow, it’s my weekend to take call, so there can be no wild carryings on. Hopefully it won’t be a busy one.

Mad Bull called me not too long ago to check up on me. I told him that I’d probably give him a check after finishing my post and having a shower. He then said, “Please to make sure that you do shower.” You understand this rass bwoy, how him rude and out of order!!?? Trying to infer that I MUST shower before coming to him yard because me smell offensive!! Feisty!! We just laughed it off anyhow. A bredren thing.(A thing between friends.) Then I reminded him of a pamphlet that I had seen a few years ago from a place called Strawberry Hill, here at home. Its a very exclusive restaurant in the hills of Irish Town. A very nice place to eat or have a wedding if you can afford it. Beautiful vistas of the mountains. Anyway, they were advertising a nature walk at the end of which you would receive a therapeutic massage, aromatherapy and a sumptuous lunch. At the bottom of the pamphlet it ended as such, “Come walk with us and discover your own body aroma…… All for the price of $6,500.00 Jamaican (about $140.00 U.S.). Now, who the hell needs to pay that kind of money in order to smell your armpit? Hey, I can go walking and get frowsy (smelly) for free!! I do it all the time. Well, whatever you do this weekend, even if it involves discovering your own body aroma (or God forbid, someone else’s, hope you enjoy it.) But then again, that may not be the most pleasant of experiences!! Me gaan go hold a fresh! (I’m gone to shower!)

Well friends, after ‘firing off my mouth’ about going to Frenchman’s Cove today, Labour Day, I guess the Good Lord showed me more than one sign to let me know that as much as we may sometimes forget, He is in charge!

Aunt Gwen made her transition yesterday and the weather has been typically British for the past 24 hours, grey, more grey and lots of rain. As a result of this no trip to the country will take place today. Hence, I took it upon myself to do a little Labour Day Project in the computer room that has been pending for a while. I did some tidying up of old books and cleaning, so now I can think of this little room as my sanctuary where the thoughts for all blog posts materialise.

The house is VERY quiet now, occupied by my Father and I only. I’ll have to see what I can do to change that. It was quiet from a long time ago, but knowing that Aunt Gwen is now gone to join Mummy and others, it really hit me when I woke up this morning. I’m not sad though. The place just sounds peaceful and with the rain today, the birds seem to be having a chirp-a-thon! Absolutely beautiful. I guess you all must realise that as I get more mature (I prefer not to say older) I become far more appreciative of the simple things in life that I consider pleasant; birds chirping, liming over a few drinks with MB and other friends, sharing good times with Rufie and family. These are the memories that we will hold on to when we become advanced in age, if we get there.

Last night many family members came up, they left fairly early, leaving myself and Dr. Spanish, the only other bredren that I hold in the same esteem as Mad Bull. Dr. Spanish had to leave at about 9 PM, then I was alone at home. The place was just quiet and I must add, a bit lonely, just knowing that Aunt Gwen was no longer in her room. I jumped in the shower and just as I had finished holding a fresh (showering) and slipped on my underwear, I reached for the cordless phone in order to call MB. It rang before I could even start dialling. It was MB. We hailed each other and I told him I was coming down for some VX & Pepsi. MB, I must thank you officially on this medium, I thoroughly enjoyed the drinks and laughs, as per usual. But last night in particular was better than many others in view of the circumstances. I really needed the company. Again, let me repeat, I was not sad at all, just perhaps a bit lonely. Respec due MB, I’m here for you whenever you need me yute! (Same goes for Dr. Spanish, who you’ll probably never hear from on my blog. That guy has what I refer to as INERTIA. Any of you did Physics in school? A body in motion will tend to remain in motion, and a body at rest will tend to remain at rest unless acted upon by some external force. Well trust me, my bwoy Doc. Sp. loves to rest and sleep. He is a true body at rest!! He scarcely sends e-mail. Anyhow, to each his own, he’s a very likeable guy.) I’m trying to think of a little anecdote with which to end. Let me search my memory (turn on the google, just give me a few minutes…….) OK, here goes.

Another KPH Casualty one. What else is new, eh? I was on the morning shift in Casualty one day which ends at 3 PM. It was after three and I was seeing the last patient that I had sent to register and looking forward to going home. Just as I started packing up my stuff to leave, in walks a young guy in his late twenties, asking to see a doctor. So I told him to allow the afternoon staff to see him. He pleaded saying that his problem would not take long, but he would really appreciate if I could see him, as he was desperate. I said, “OK, what sort of problem are you having?” He replied, “Doc. mi hood swell up like a balloon and it a pain me!” (Doc, my dick is swollen like a balloon and hurting me.) I told him to go behind the screen and drop his pants so I could get an idea as to whether he needed to be seen now, or if he could wait for the evening shift. When I looked I thought to myself, RASS CLAAAT!! Let me tell you, this guy, who was a JDF soldier by the way, had a penis that was swollen to the size of a cucumber on some serious anabolic steriods!! It appeared inflamed, and a discharge resembling pus was draining from it. He was roasting with fever. Naturally, I sent him to register, as I instantly sympathized with him. (After all, I’m first a doctor and then a man, sounds familiar? If not read my post yesterday, “Let me see that thong.”)

When I took the history from him, he said he had been bruised during sex about THREE WEEKS before, and he had noticed his hood (penis) was swelling, but he had decided to watch it. Yeah sure! What was he watching for? Did he have medical training himself and know what to look out for? Anyhow, it turned out that he had Cellulitis (an inflammation of the skin and subcutaneous tissues) of the penis, caused by a bacterial infection. The bacteria causing it must have gained entry to the body via the bruise susutained during the sex three weeks earlier. Must have been some serious WORK! Respec to the soldier at the control! I had to admit him for some intravenous antibiotics which I did.

I went to see him on the ward a few days later and he was discharged home the same day. He was waiting for some oral antibiotic tablets to come from the Pharmacy to take home in order to complete his treatment. He looked so much better and more relaxed. He then jokingly remarked, “Thank you very much Doc. As much as I would love to have a hood (dick) as big as the day when I came in, I will satisfy with this size as long as it continues to work!!” I laughed along with him and was happy to know that he got better. Enjoy the rest of the Labour Day. Hopefully it won’t be spent in Hard Labour at all.

My Aunt made her passing into that life we all hope to experience, today. I am happy for her as it ends a long period of illness. I do not fear for her as she is with the angels. I know that her soul will rest in peace.

When I drove into the hospital this morning, my eyes were blessed with the sight of the female form! A very curvaceous young woman was jogging on the hospital driveway. I actually slowed down behind her in order to watch her ‘poetry in motion’ for a longer period of time. She was in a black skin tight sweat bottom and a black sport bra. Oh, what a way to begin the work day!

Then, the harrassment of my testosterone levels continued on our Ward Rounds. We have a 21 year old female patient on our Ward. When we went to her bedside, I could not help but notice the underwear that this young woman had on. After all, the nightgown that she had on was completely ’see through’ and she was wearing a very skimpy black thong which left little to the imagination. She too, was also not lacking in the body department. Now, my colleague and friend Diana at work noted that I was a bit distracted by this patient’s attire. After the Ward Round, Diana then said to me, “Dr. D. I noted your attention was lost on the Ward Round for a while at a certain bed. I noted her attire also. You must remember, however, that in these circumstances, you are first a doctor and second, a man!” She then proceeded to tell me that when she saw the woman’s mode of dress, she instantly thought of that song by Cisco,“Let me see that thong.” So, my male hormones have been put to the test today. Can’t say that it was a bad day at work at all until I received the news of my Aunt’s passing. Believe me, I truly feel she is in a better place.

Tomorrow is Labour Day, a Public holiday. I think the plans for a country trip are gone as the weather has been very grey and rainy today, and it may well continue tomorrow. Anyway, its still nice to know that I don’t have to go in to work. You all enjoy your day tomorrow as well.