I had a doctor’s appointment last Friday. You can read about it in my most recent post. He called me at work today with the test results.
“Mr. Nichols,” he said. “I’m afraid I have some bad, er…disturbing news for you.”
“Well, there is a bit of encouraging news, though—good news.”
“Well, the good news is: it looks like you have only 24 hours to live.”
“Wha…!?? That’s the good news!?”
I got myself up off the floor and asked, “Well, wha…wha…what’s the bad news, Doc?”
He said, “I forgot to call you yesterday.”