<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><entry xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8612648.post-109755382505892106</id><published>2004-10-11T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T23:03:45.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Health in Marshall</title><summary type='text'>This afternoon Nancy and I had back-to-back doctor appointments. The purpose of the appointments were to develop a relationship with a Marshall doctor and subject ourselves to a preliminary physical.As we walked toward our doctor's office we past another doctor's office. Must have been 20 people in the waiting room. First thought to come to mind was, "Why can't a doctor ever keep an appointment</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comatosethinker.blogspot.com/feeds/109755382505892106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8612648&amp;postID=109755382505892106' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8612648/posts/default/109755382505892106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8612648/posts/default/109755382505892106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comatosethinker.blogspot.com/2004/10/great-health-in-marshall.html' title='Great Health in Marshall'/><author><name>Rambling Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993390117712511101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07169929437246307163'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry>