Stanley entered sickbay as if he were walking through a desert bereft of any living thing but himself. He now wore a loose beige pullover which looked as if it were two sizes too big for him. His slacks beige as well were loose and baggy with the overall effect being that Stanley looked nearly lost in his clothing. He also had two large manilla folders both about to explode with all the papers stuffed inside.

Stanley’s office turned out to be a space formerly used to store expired medicines. It was excruciatingly small at about the same size as a walk-in closet, but he was ecstatic about it. He soon had his files arranged in several piles of paper stacked carefully on the floor by the tiny desk. He was equally delighted by the fact that while his own chair was uncomfortable the one other chair in his office which of course would be used by patients was quite comfortable and even reclined! Now there was only one thing he needed to begin! A few moments later his desktop was adorned with a small glass pitcher and several empty beakers with tags on them. Terribly thrilled by his good luck he then left a message for Doctor Cross to come see him when it was convenient for her.

Dr. Stanley Wong