How about a little taste of LOL from the newest release, Almost Reality Holy shit, no way, I can feel my toes, they hurt! YAY! Must go to Doctor Spellman, must go to Dr. Spellman, must go now. Phillip knew he was somewhat hysterical but he didn’t give the proverbial shit. Nope, Phillip Hanson was STOKED, as he used to say back in the day. “Do you have an appointment?” Mary, the receptionist (according to her name tag) asked for a second time. “No I don’t have a freaking appointment. Did you hear what I said? I CAN FEEL MY LEGS!!!” Phillip could have cared less about appointments, aliens from outer space or three legged speckled trout. He wanted to see his doctor and wanted to see him right damn now! “SIR! I understand but there is no reason to yell. I will see if the Doctor can work you in,” Mary said with a small smile. Phillips exuberance was infectious. “Now we’re cooking with bon fire!” Brad Spellman was actually very busy at that particular moment. He was busy diligently shooting the breeze with a few of his likewise busy colleges on Facebook. “Just for once I would like to actually see some improvement in at least one of my patients,” Brad typed. “Yeah, so would I but the chances of that are about the same as primates flying out of our arse,” Sheppard Splain typed. “Do you ever feel guilty? You know, taking all their money while knowing there is almost zero chance they will ever get feeling much less walk again,” Brad replied. “No, no I do not and I will tell you why. We give these people what they need the most, hope. We offer them a lifeline when they are drowning in despair. Even if it is an illusion, we both know perception is everything.” “Well that may be true but I would shave my head and run naked in the street if just one of my patients regained feeling in their legs. LOL! Brad may not have been able to cure his patients but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. “Excuse me Doctor but there is a patient of yours, uh, Phillip Hanson and he insists on seeing you. He says he can feel his legs,” Mary said while interrupting his down time… Story on page one of the “Tarkington Chronicle.” “RENOUND DOCTOR FOUND RUNNING DOWN THE STREET NAKED!” “Noted physician Brad Spellman was arrested last night for indecent exposure as he was running down Front Street with a shaved head and completely naked. When asked why he would do such a thing all he said was, “Hey a promise is a promise.” He was released on his own recognizance.” After his 15 minutes of humiliating shame, Dr. Spellman went to work trying to find out which treatment was key in the miraculous reversal of spinal paralysis on one Phillip Hanson. Of course he was not privy to the Chittilu apple pie prescription provided by one Jasmine Adieu on picnic day. Finally, to appease the world, not familiar with Facebook entities and their ability to cure the incurable, Brad attributed the miracle to a combination of therapy and the string of stem cell injections that Phillip had received over the years. Phillip could have cared less if his new found feeling in his legs had come from therapy, stem cells or pixie dust because he knew he was going to walk again! amazon/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=Ron%20Stelle&search-alias=digital-text&sort=relevancerank
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 04:26:28 +0000
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