The scar from my back surgery is itching. I’m still glad I have it though because chicks totally dig scars. Granted, mine is on my lower back and I have had to start wearing half-shirts to show it off, but chicks dig half-shirts too. The problem here is that I have read enough Harry Potter to know that the itchy scar means the surgeon is plotting my destruction. You won’t get away with it Dr. Bacon! My little gang of friends and I will stop you!
I am a little bit conflicted though. The other thing I learned from Harry Potter was: when you find out that someone is plotting your destruction you should carefully avoid telling anyone who might help you because that could cause the book to end in the first chapter. Though I don’t want to be destroyed by Dr. Bacon, I don’t want my adventures in battling him to end before I get to come up with some cool spells either.
Spells are awesome. All you have to do is yell what you want to do, but change the words so they sound like Latin, “Stethiscopium Strangulare!” I just invented that spell to take out evil doctors, feel free to use it.
I have to admit that Doctor Bacon has the advantage here since pretty much every illness is named in Latin— “Conjunctivitis! Tendonitis! Mononucleosis! Tonsillitis! Halitosis!” But I think if you use all of those together it is an Unforgivable Curse.
Aargh, I don’t want to miss out on all the fighting with magic stuff! I guess that leaves me with sulking and pretending that nothing is wrong. I can ignore the itch.
Forget I wrote any of this.
PS - You might enjoy this song from Harry and the Potters: Save Ginny Weasley