Hello Monday: What Will You Bring?

I wanted to find a happy picture to try to keep things light here, for kicking off Monday.

If a laughing baby elephant doesn't cheer me up, then I should probably just go back to bed and wait for Tuesday.

Happy baby elephants aside, Bill is bleeding.

He called the local doctor. The nurse put him on hold. Then she forgot him. Then he finally gave up waiting and hung up. Then he called back and it was busy. Yes, a busy signal at a doctor's office. Then he called back again. Busy. And again. Busy. And again. Busy.

"Monday, Monday... (ba daaaaaaaa, ba daDAda) Can't trust that day (ba daaaaaa, ba daDAda)..." as the song goes.

I mean, he's not bleeding like Emergency Room level, or anything, but still.

So then an hour later, he tries again. Gets through.

"We can see you next Monday."

Fade in theme song here: Ba DAAAAAAAAAA, ba da-DA-daaaaaaa.

Update later.

P.S.

Dear Doctor's office:

Exactly how much blood would qualify us for an appointment before next Monday?