Concussed

“I think I might have a concussion.”
“Uh huh. And why do you think that?”
“Well I was juggling and I tripped and fell and smacked my head against the wall.”
“Uh huh.”
“And I didn’t think too much of it at the time, and I went to dinner and a few hours after that, I threw up. And I know that’s a sign of concussion, so right after that I called you.”
“Well that is a sign of concussion. Perhaps—”
“But the thing is I had some oysters for dinner.”
“Oysters, I’m not sure I—”
“Well they were pretty bad. They smelled terrible. So I don’t know if that’s why I threw up or—”
“I see. Well there are other ways to tell if you have had a concussion. Have you had any memory loss?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Or dizziness?”
“No. Although is it possible I was dizzy but just forgot on account of the memory loss caused by my concussion?”
“I suppose. Why don’t you come down to the clinic and we’ll check you out.”
“OK. Wait. I don’t know where your clinic is. Oh God. I forgot where the clinic is. I have a concussion.”
“Have you ever been to our clinic before?”
“I don’t know! Don’t you see? My whole world has been overturned! For all I know I could have already visited your clinic about my concussion! Maybe I didn’t even have a concussion and I simply forgot the fact that I didn’t have a concussion because—uh—”
“Sir, why don’t you just come down to the clinic. We’re on St. Mary’s Street right by the driving school.”
“OK. Thank you.”