You must be crazy, or sick or something, you decide, so it's a visit to a friendly doctor to fix you up. You get your phonebook from under the couch and it's a finger walk through the medical section. First you call Dr. Chris Titan, but you get a voice mail and you hang up without leaving a message. Then you call Doctor Spew's office. A phlemy sounding receptionist answers the phone and your set for a three p m appointment.