With all the restrictions and isolation due to Covid-19 rules, is it any wonder my friend Iris is flagging?
She and those in her bubble have been keeping their distance from others–in fact, firmly rooted as they are, they haven’t been able to move from their living space except for a few wild waves at the wind going by.
We tried to keep our sanity by playing games in the garden, but I got worried when a friend of mine just keeled over. Must have been the heat that made her just wilt. So I called for help from the wise, bearded one.Sorry, I may be the bearded one, but the best I can do is give you a date for a telephone appointment.You can see I look pale. I don’t know if I can last that long, waiting for a date when you’ll call me and I still don’t know if you can help me.Actually, it will be me who calls. I’m a nurse. I live just across the street, so I’m handy. See my blue and white uniform?Take her up on it, Iris. You need to get your colour back so you can be vibrant like us.Yeah, I agree. Your colour isn’t good at all. Look at me, how bright the back of my throat is. Yours is quite a yucky yellow. You should get that looked at.That’s right. I’m a good doctor. I also have assistants to advise me. You can see that I have two distinct colours, one for each area of medicine. I’m the assistant. I’m branching out in three fields of medicine so you’ll be in good hands.So no more talk of flagging. You can feel better soon and be with your friends, like I am … in your own bubble of course … or at least six feet apart.My advice, Iris, is to get that appointment and let them at least give you some suggestions, or you could end up like me with the blood vessels showing – they’re not varicose veins, are they? … but I can’t say too much because the cat(erpillar)’s got my tongue.
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