Well, once I'm done be a martyr here (I was getting a can of peaches, not the resolution to poverty in Africa, kids!) I'll see about putting in some calls for that, dear.
Oh, what am I besides a reason/scape goat for going drag, dear?
There's my Greg! Down boy! I'm in the hospital! Wait until I'm better, then we'll see! Unless you've one of those fantasies about doctor/patient, then I'm perfect, I suppose. Taking my medicine orally, as it were.