Disciples of Otis,
Brother Oliver here. Yesterday the Guardians took Leader Otis to His third Bad Place visit in as many weeks. This time, it was a specialty Bad Place with a brain and nerve doctor. The Leader was gone for almost three hours, and when He returned He was very tired and sporting two new, colorful bandages. He was very relieved to be home, and He headed straight to His Outdoor Domain for some R and R.
I was very anxious to hear what they had discovered at The Bad Place, so I went outside and asked Leader Otis if He could remember anything that was said. His reply was, “Well, I was pretty freaked out… the people were nice but I could smell a lot of scared animals and a few dogs… so it was hard to pay attention to what they were saying. Still, I’m pretty sure that I heard them say I have ‘mixed-up gravies’. I didn’t even know I had gravies, let alone ones that could be mixed-up.”
“Mixed-up gravies” didn’t sound very plausible to me. I told the leader I needed to sniff Him to see if I could detect the scent of these gravies, and perhaps determine for myself whether or not they were mixed-up.
I sniffed Leader Otis for quite some time. I didn’t smell any kind of gravy at all. I did smell food on his cheek though, and I must have lingered on it for a bit too long because Leader Otis said, “Well, Brother Oliver! Have you detected mixed-up gravies on My cheek or something?”
I told The Leader that I actually just smelled food on His cheek, probably because He tends to lay on his side while He is eating these days. I also told Him that I was going inside to see if there was any paperwork from His Bad Place visit that might confirm his “mixed-up gravies” diagnosis. As I walked away The Leader started trying to lick the side of His face, presumably to clean off the food I had smelled.
After a quick look inside the house, I found the paperwork the Guardians had brought home from The Bad Place. It actually said that Leader Otis most likely has Myasthenia gravis, an autoimmune disorder that causes general muscle weakness. The paperwork said that an initial test, called a Tensilon test, garnered a “mild to moderate positive” result for the disease. Apparently The Bad Place sent some of The Leader’s blood to a lab, and they should receive the results of another, more definitive test in a week or so. This all sounded scary to me until I read that the condition usually responds well to treatment, and that Leader Otis has a good chance of being back to normal within 6 months time.
The Leader was still outside resting, so I shouted, “Hey Leader Otis! You don’t have mixed-up gravies, but You do have a problem. We’ll know for sure in a week or so, but I think You will be OK!” The Leader shouted back, “Thanks Brother Oliver! That’s good news! Ummmm… now I’m hungry for gravy though…”. I told Leader Otis that He would need to see the Guardians about His gravy craving. I didn’t have access to any gravy, mixed-up or otherwise.
So it sounds like The Guardians may have finally found an answer to what’s been troubling The Leader. If the blood test comes back positive, they will know for sure. I will be sure to keep my ears peeled over the course of the next week to see if I can discover what they find out. When I do, I will let you know as soon as possible. In the meantime, I’m going to do my best to be extra nice to The Leader. It can’t be easy to have mixed-up gravies.
So Sayeth Brother Oliver