The big excitement of this Monday is that I have spent a goodly part of it at the downtown office of my HMO. I have a badly infected leg wound and have since been nominated as the poster child of Don’t Pick Scabs. Right now I’m waiting in line for my anti-gross drugs, going on hour two because the doc sent my scrip to the wrong pharmacy. I only wish he had sent my fever and cold sweats there, too. At least I have my Sidekick II.