"Does your dog know how to call 911?" the doctor asked. I found myself full of radioactive isotopes, feeling claustrophobic as the imaging machine moved back and forth, singing "Old MacDonald had a Farm", going through the domestic animals, the jungle animals of South America and Africa and the creatures of the sea (sharks and whales) as well as the animals of the frozen continents, finally ending with "And on his farm he had a walrus" when the machine stopped.
The nurse practicioner said I did well on the treamill part. I drove away with relief, listening to
Rasberry Beret and heading for a cup of hot tea (which cures about anything).
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