Three hours. Not too bad. A few misplaced ‘faces’ and ‘shrieks’. They adapted well.

“Did you explain to your clients what you were going through, sweetie?” asked Sal.

“No. Not really. We had work to do. I just wished I had remembered to roll down the leg of the shorts that I had rolled up. Afterwards, I noticed that I conducted the meeting standing in front of everyone with one pant leg very much shorter then the other. Oh well!”

To the query if I had received any ‘paid’ medical attention? No. Tended to it myself. It’s healing. I’m OK. I’m half-way there. And, anyway, while I was healing a friend of mine went into the hospital (Vancouver) for a minor issue and, in the process, contracted the super-bug and had to spend a few horrible days in isolation fighting assaults to her immune system with tons of special anti-biotics.

I dunno. All things considered, I am happy with my treatment path.