Blinking Disorder

I am perplexed.  This is my perplexed look.  It is not to be confused with my I’m about to throw up look.  They are really hard to tell apart as they are almost identical.  The only way to tell the difference is that in my I’m about to throw up look my mouth is open and my finger down my throat.  If not for that, no one would ever know the difference.
The reason I am perplexed is an imaginary picture.  It says 72.6 million views.  I would have thought I would have noticed that.  That is 72,999,986 views more than I mostly get.  I can only think I might have blinked at the time.
It actually would not surprise me if I blinked.  Having a blinking disorder and all.  I knew I had a problem when I looked in the mirror and my blinking was like a fan in motion.  Seemed excessive to me.  I knew I needed to see a doctor.
The doctor took one look and knew immediately I had a problem.  I really wish he’d faced me though, instead of the opposite wall.  At 92 I thought he should have retired ages ago.  “Arr the old Blinking Disorder…esss…essss…esss” he said “Or RSNGIBLTYSNTHSNSUEISQANRPYHSNWNTH for short.  I did point out ` RSNGIBLTYSNTHSNSUEISQANRPYHSNWNTH was not shorter, but he did not want to hear of it.
He told me the condition was rare.  So rare he called the students in.  “Who can tell me what this is?” he asked.  “Blinking Disorder” one of the students said.  “No” said the Doctor “It is Blinking Disorder…esss…essss…esss.”  Personally, I can’t blame the student for giving him a little nudged at that point.  None of us knew if that was its proper name, or if he was like a record at a scratch, and a nudge would get him past being stuck.
I must admit though I was flabbergasted to see the push and shove between the two.  I was amazed when push and shove became a wrestling match.  The two of them were on the floor rolling this way and that, applying some sort of hold on each other.  I did not see coming the students forming a circle and chanting “fight, fight, fight.”
I felt obliged to break them up when they stood up and commenced boxing each other.  I mean if they kept that up someone could get hurt.  I was too late though.  One of them was hurt.  The question became where to find a doctor, but then they realized that was why they were there, and what better chance to practice than on a hurt doctor.  Applying a bandage to his right ankle when he was bleeding from the head did not seem right to me, but then they were the experts and not me.
I needed to make another appointment to see him after he had recovered.  He gave me a prescription.  I was not surprised the pharmacy did not have fridge sized tablets.
As much as I like him, I do think it is time I saw another doctor.