There was a young lady who swallowed an amoeba

Okay, I've finally worked out why my appetite has absconded and there's been a strange gurgling and rumbling in my tummy for the last fornight. I have amoebic dysentry, hurray! It's gone now so no need to worry, folks that do that sort of thing, and I'm sorry to keep going on about my guts but I wanted to tell you all about what a lovely trip to the doctor I had. I don't know about everyone else but I have found that now that I'm all growed up visiting the doctor isn't what it used to be. They don't use any of their exciting gadgets on you, not even a pen as the prescriptions are done by computer. Not so the esteemed Dr Morales in San Christobal! I quite impressively managed to convey in pidgin Spanish the recent history of my bowel movements and he nodded and listened all the while surrounded by his vast collection of clocks. He has 90 in total apparantly, not fancy carriage clocks or grandfather clocks, just ordinary digital or plastic wall clocks, but a fine collection nevertheless. He then gave me an examination (in a room with his second collection, of mugs) which took me right back to the days of endless trailing to the docotor when you're little for mumps, measles, chickenpox etc etc and in my case tonsilitis, anenoid trouble and so on. He had one of those little light thingummys do you remember? Have to say that I've never had someone look up my nose with one of those before. He listened to my guts with a stethoscpe which was very exciting as the closest I've been to a stethoscope for years is talking to myself through Sarah's. All that was missing was a circular mirror attached to his forehead. He even typed out my prescription on a real typewriter! Anyway, not the most thrilling adventure so far, but it touched me so please excuse me for sharing such silliness.