"The Continuning Adventures of Tripod Man"

*****Disclaimer*****
To all my male friends---Tripod Man is a fictional person. Please do not call or e-mail me. Especially if your medication is not working.

Mr. Tripod Man called me this morning with his latest "Problem". In yesterdays mail, he received a certain medical product shipped to him in a plain, unmarked envelope. He examined it's contents, went to his bathroon cabinet, and dutifully stored it away until he needed it. After watching some TV, he retired to bed for a good nights sleep. Sometime in the wee hours of morning, he awoke with a terrible migrane headache, and sleepily headed to the bathroom for some Tylenol. As you might guess, this is where his "Problem" began. His first head problem never went away, but instead another head problem developed. He called me to see if I could come over to help him as he was unable to roll out of bed. Not knowing what his problem was, I asked him if his back was out or something. He said no, that he awoke during the night with a bad headache, and since about an hour after that he has been unable to roll out of bed. After a few more quick questions, I analyzed his problem and asked him how long this has been going on. He replied 'At least 4 hours'. I then pointed out that on his sleepy, middle of the night trip to the bathroom, he had injested the wrong head pill. I then suggested that if this so-called problem had now lasted 4 hours, he should call the New York Times with this information, and then make arrangments to have his lower head bronzed, because he didn't really have a 'problem'. He then complained that he still had a problem, despite my ongoing laughter, that he really couldn't get out of bed, and that he REALLY needed help. I told him there was NO_WAY_IN_HELL i was going to assist him with this 'problem' and that maybe he should call one of his ex-wifes to assist him. I phoned him later this morning and all 4 of them were there.........