Wednesday Morning, 3 am

Me: So, this Nose-rot...
Dr Collins: What?
Me: Is it really from Azerbaijan?
Dr Collins: Who is this?
Me: I'm just wondering because I actually have friends from there.
Dr Collins: Oh, my God.
Me: Is that bad?
Dr Collins: I'm sorry, I just saw the time. How did you get this number?
Me: I texted myself from your phone while you were checking out my nose.
Dr Collins: You texted yourself?
Me: "Call me any time with your worries."
Dr Collins: Do not.
Me: I'm concerned about this Azerbaijan situation.
Dr Collins: I thought we had established that I was kidding.
Me: But we did not allay my concerns.
Dr Collins: Apparently not.
Me: I'm also not entirely happy about the term 'flesh-eating'.
Dr Collins: Those would both be your terms. Which you made up. For a condition which does not exist.
Me: So I don't have it?
Dr Collins: No.
Me: Well, that is a relief.
Dr Collins: Is this payback?
Me: This is how I josh.
Dr Collins: I am so glad we are not friends.
Me: And yet part of you is thrilled with this badinage.
Dr Collins: Go away now.