Glad to hear it, Bill!
Hopefully, you didn't go to the same doctor my family took me to see. Dr. Budette Jones (his momma had wanted a girl) ran some "tests". Most of these involved fishhooks, lots of duct tape, and electric cattle prods. He ran his practice in the alley behind a boathouse next door to the Farm & Fleet so he could be near his suppliers. He looked over the results, shook his head and whispered to his sister, Nurse Elmer, "That boy just ain't right." He prescribed jellyfish stings, frequent blows to the head, and a complex regimin of peeling skin soaked in rubbing alchohol.
You know, I'm beginning to think he may not have been a real doctor. His diploma on the wall was written in magic marker and it read, "Dokter Budette Jones, Em D. Harverd Universe". On the other hand, the treatment worked and I'm fully cured.
It's time for my next jellyfish. BRB.