The Doctor is IN

Dr Frank... paging Dr Frank....
I haven't been feeling well today so Frank took it upon himself to help me feel better.  First, he did a verbal evaluation.
"Are you still sleepy?" he asked.
"No, I am just resting.  Mommy has headache." I answered.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked.
"Not yet."
"Are you going to get up?" he continued.
"Maybe a little later."  I said
"hmmm..." he retorted and left the room.  As I continued to lay there I heard him go into his room.  I figured the third degree was over.  A few minutes later he came back into my room with his doctor's kit declaring he was going to check me out and make me better.  Thank goodness.  Dr Frank clambered onto the bed and began our exam.
  First he pulled out his stethescope and listened to my heart (which resides in my rib cage below my chest area.) and my stomach.  He informed me that he could hear my heart beat and my dinner digesting.
He took my blood pressure, which he said was perfect and proceeded to dig in his bag for his next tool... "a shot".
"Oh no," I said, "is it going to hurt?"
"yes," he grinned "but only for a little bit."
Using the toy syringe he proceeded to give a shot in every limb and in my bootie.  After my fake crying subsided we continued.  Frank took my temperature with a very loud beeping sound, alerting us that I had a temperature of 102!  Yikes!  When we realized that I had such a high temperature the next natural step was to check my eyes, ears, nose and throat with the odascope.  This was actually the scariest part of the whole process.  You try letting a four year old wave a semi-pokey object right in front of your eyes and not flinch!
After all was said and done Dr Wattson said I was better and free.  I don't know what he ment by free but it didn't matter because officer Oliver came up to the side of my bed and announced that I was not free and that I was under arrest.  Dang!