Speaking of lying still like a corpse, perhaps I can do it because I am a corpse. My blood pressure was 90/50 today, I have seen it as low as 80/50 and have no idea why.

My doctor who knows me well explained to the surgery nurses, “Elsa is in her lizard mode.” He went on to tell a story and you won’t believe this.

The guy has a great manner, he is just fantastic. He is in his late 60’s I’d say and married 41 years. He always has good energy and I mean always. I have been in there in the bleakest of times… he knows all about my daughter and he has always treated me incredibly well. “How ya doin’ little sister?” he asks as he stabs my back. “You hangin’ in?”

Anyway, they take pictures of each of their patients in his office and he was explaining to the nurses why they did this. He said that he sees 800-1000 new patients a year and this helped him to remember them.

I chimed in to say that it is also interesting for his old patients because they just spring the camera on you and no one knows what to do. “I’ve been treated to that a few times in the waiting room,” I said.

He smiled, still stabbing my back. You have to have the top of the crack of your ass out for this procedure so the whole thing so they try to keep you calm in there. He started telling stories of remarkable patients.

“Yeah, one gal on in there and, Nancy said, I’m going to take your picture. She was a singer around town and she said, well wait a minute. Wait just a minute, she said.” He dropped his head down and tilted it. “She put her head like this so her hair fell over one eye.”

I laughed.

“Yeah, then she came back in the office and I said, what do you do? You know, because I have to know what people do so I can treat them. She said, well I am blah, blah, blah. I said, I know what your name is, what do you dooooo?”

I roared.

“That’s when she told me who she was… I do this and this, I sing here and there and do this. You must not get around. Yeah, she didn’t think I was very hip, sweet Elsa.”

“Yeah, I know who you’re talking about,” I said.

He looked surprised.

“Yeah, I know who you mean - I know that hair..”

Guess who he was talking about?

It was the gal who gave my big mouthed Sagittarius almost-fiance a blow job.

Ha ha ha, she thinks she’s Jessica Rabbit. (Pluto Moon, a sexy woman back from the dead)