Waste Not, Want Not Chapter XIII

It had been an unpleasant flight but now Paul was at home in his suite at the Reagan Arms and he needed some rest. He was still feeling the effects of the snake bite and he was going to schedule an appointment with his personal physician to get checked out.
He called his office and left a message for his secretary and he also sent an email to her office computer. He said he would be back to work in two days. As usual he was close mouthed about his activities.
The next day he saw Dr. Albert who had watched Paul’s health for nearly 30 years. He told the doc about the snakebite and the folk healing remedy that had seemed to save him.
“That’s a remarkable story Paul!” said Dr. Albert. “Other than your scar and a bit of tissue degeneration and coloration I don’t see any real damage and you seem to be in good shape.”
“A local curandero apparently found me and took me to my ranch house and treated me. He used some medications of his own making and I have to admit I felt better pretty quickly. I have no idea of how he found me out in the brush.”
“A what? A curandero? What’s that?
“That’s a folk medicine practitioner, an old tradition around there,” said Paul.
“Well I would suggest you take it easy for a while yet and come back and see me in a week and I’ll give you another look over. Of course if any severe complications develop call me,” said the doctor.
Paul took Doc’s advice and he went home and soon to bed.
He slept a long and deep sleep, awakening after the sun was well in the sky on a clear, cold day.
“I think I will take it easy today,” thought Paul. As was his habit, he fixed himself some breakfast, eggs, bacon and toast this morning. He also put on a pot of coffee.
He picked up his morning Washington Post.
“Supreme Court Rules against Al Gore, Bush is named winner,” said the headlines. Paul was pleased with the result.
Paul now considered the immediate future. “I will be in a strong position to prosper under this administration,” thought Paul, with a sense on contentment.