That will be $150, please!

We had to go back to the hospital to have Alex's stitches taken out. Not a good experience to say the least.

First, they put us in a long room divided into two by a curtain. There is a guy on the other side of the curtain coughing and clearing his throat the whole time. I whispered to Marty "Gee, I hope that guy doesn't have the flu!"

Guess what he was there for.

When the doctor came to see him he said he either had the flu or strep throat. He ran tests for both, but we weren't there long enough to hear the results. When the Doctor came to see Alex I asked him if we were now exposed and what we should do. Yeah, we are and no, there is nothing we can do. Great.

Marty thinks it was rude to ask right there where the guy could hear me. I think it was rude of him to cough his flu germs over to our side of the curtain. Never mind what I think of the hospital putting us in the room with the flu guy - a room that we had to pass plenty of empty rooms to get to.

Marty is convinced I am going to worry my way to the flu. I told him that if I could will a virus to appear where there was none, well, that might not be a bad power to have. I also pointed out that I could probably will one to pay him a visit, so he had better watch it.

After exposing us to untold viruses, they also messed up taking Alex's stitches out and split his finger open again. Now, I'm not bragging or anything, but I once took stitches out of Alex's face and didn't mess it up. I'm just saying.

The look of horror on Alex's face when they said they were going to restitch it made them decide to use steri-strips instead. The doctor decided to do it, and that is where I learned that Marty's grandma was a genius.

Marty's grandma - a Nurse - always said "Never send a Doctor to do a Nurses job" and other silly things like that. She was right. He put so many steri-strips on there that when the Nurse tried to take them off to fix them (after she peed herself laughing) they wouldn't come off. So now, he is going to have a hole in his hand, because it probably won't heal right. "Flu and disfiguration... that will be $150, please!"

After all of that we took Alex to his favorite restaurant to try to drown his sorrow in a plate of General Tso's chicken. It must have worked because by the time we got to the library he was bouncing around like nothing had happened.

We also had to go to Meijer and Super Wal-Mart, but I will spare you the gory details of those adventures. Let me just say that 1) I hate the holidays, 2) I hate people and 3) I can't will viruses onto people, because if I could the stores would have cleared out much faster.