And shipped him off to southern Illinois.

Had to hump a lot of his stuff up and down stairs, tripped and twisted an ankle on the ramp of the moving van, helped him drag a fishtank the size of a coffin up a flight of atairs and into a moving van.

Shame to see him go. We had developed a good relationship, beyond doctor and patient, he had become a good friend. A series of bad business decisions and personal problems have made him have to leave the area to avoid a business covenant. He’s a board certified internist, knows more about the human body and how it works than I know about machines, and that’s saying something.

Anyway, broke, tired, and beaten, he drove off for parts uinknown about an hour ago. I filled up his moving van with gas so he could at least get halfway, I think he has enough scratch to fill the tank up one more time. Hope that gets him to his new life.

Damn. Now I have to find a new doctor. Again.