Doctoring Daley

Semantics Shemantics . . . it’s like splitting hares . . . bloody, but delicious once you’ve had your bowl of hassenpfeffer. But I digress. It all came to a head one day when I was in the operating room. I had just stitched up the King (I can’t tell you which one . . . doctor-patient confidentiality and all) that some Guy had torn into four pieces.

Anyway, once that was completed I began operating on my regulars. I say regulars because every day they come to me to get doctored up: “Work out a crease in my back”,”change my back to blue again” or my favorite, “I used to be a five; can you change me back?” It’s the same crap everyday. I guess I should change my sign on my door from “Doctoring Daily” to “Doctoring Daley.”