...and when I say still, I mean it as in my backside has not left the couch all day ...
I have a wet red nose and a very husky voice. Now there's a vision of loveliness :)
One the subject of which, here's an irritable, nervous Dean for your reading pleasure ...
Word count: approx 100
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my poor inadequate mind
The 'Orchards Medical Centre'
"Dean, will you stop fidgeting?"
"I don' see why I've gotta get a friggin' shot!"
"Because that witch's cat bit clean through your finger, that's why!"
"Dude, have I got Rabies? Am I foaming, AM I FOAMING?"
"It's a tetanus shot, bro'!"
"So, I'm not foaming?"
"Nope, no foam."
"So, why've I gotta get a shot then?"
"Because Tetanus can be bad bro'!"
"Real bad; painful muscle spasms, your jaw would lock up!
"Wow! Just think, I wouldn't be able to talk!"
"No dude" …
"Hmm … hey Dean, wanna skip it and go?"