Dang it Jim! I'm a Doctor not a gall dern physician

PATIENT: "Doctor, doctor! It hurts when I smile!"
DOCTOR: ** hits patient in square in the face ** "Pay the nurse on the way out."

The witch doctor did his rattle dance and Dr. Suess chants to chase away the evil spirits and tells me he doesn't think my weird tongue spots and blotches on the roof of me mouth is anything to worry about - though he admits he don't know what it is. This inspires my confidence. Not. Anyway this guy still insists I go in for the scope in the throat (an EDG) to focus on the throat problemo. Whatever.

Daughter and Son-in-Lawr dropped in this morning and I had a fun visit with the Little Guy. He's got into his joyous screaming mode now as he twists and bobbles and ooos and coos and burbles out his own creative words. He had a ball, and I had a ball. Somehow I wouldn't be surprised if he skips crawling and takes off walking. Uhm. Well..., I heard of that happening before, though I personally have never seen it.