Iola's Idiocy

Apparently Arty - the silly fat thing that allows me to live in her house - has developed a new yowl that sounds like pain but actually causes it. My housemate looked round too fast from her taxi yesterday morning, slapped her head and 1/2 hour later tried to leave a meeting feeling sick only to wake up on the floor jibbering. When I saw her at 9.30 pm she was still in a very bad way and today is still dazed and confused. The doc says "have stronger pain killers. oh do you have a job where you have to move around? well then you better stay off work until you stop feeling sick then". constructive. It makes perfect sense but a little more awareness of your patients notes would stop you sounding like a complete div Lady doc (or Mr Doc, who knows, but it was told in the feminine form and lets face it how many male GPs do you get these days - the feminisation of that workforce has depressed the salary in the classic way so they do all appear to go for surgery). Any way Arty is currently lying on the floor clearly dreaming of world domination and new ways of persecuting Loki - no wonder the poor boy tried to jump out of the window the other week!