June 27th 2012 12:37 am
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The Patient Pixie.
No, I’m talking about being patient. I’m talking about being a patient. That’s right. I was a patient at Dr. John’s surgery yesterday.
It all started on Monday when my mum took me to see Dr. John about my top molar. She was also concerned about the lump she found on my tummy. Dr. John said the molar was in bad shape and would have to come out. He also found another lump on my tummy; that made two of the nasty critters. So, no mess-no fuss, yesterday (Tuesday) I was whipped off to the surgery. I was ever so brave with not even one teeny tremble.
Well, once I was deep in la-la-land Dr. John gave me a real thorough examination. Wow, an hour later I was minus eight teeth and four horrid tumours. He said the root of my one top tooth had grown almost into my snout and that he had a devil of a job in getting it out. Poor me, my mouth and my tummy now have mega stitches.
As you can imagine I was ever so groggy when mum brought me home. I was hungry too, mind, and managed to down some cool custard. Glad to say I had a good night last night.
This morning mum made me some crushed cereal with milk (and my antibiotics) for breakfast. I had a sniff and gave her the flat ‘NO’ look. Guess what, she made me a bowl of finely flaked chicken (my antibiotics added again). Wow, it tasted great and disappeared in a flash.
I have a full tummy now. I’ve had water, too, and am about to fall asleep.
My next visit to Dr. John is on Friday.
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