Feeling Blue without Viagra

I got a voice mail from a friend, "Call me urgently"

I called him an hour later.
"Got your voice mail, wassup?"
"I need the blue pill"

I was shocked to hear that. I mean when did Viagra become a tabooed word?
"Salamtak, you're still young!"
"No man I'm OK,, I'm still A MAN."
"So why do you want the pill?"
"You know, just to spice things up"
"But it wouldn't spice things up. It only helps if you can't have an erection"
"No, don't say that, I'm still A MAN, just want to spice things up"
"But I told you it doesn't spice things up, it's not as perfume , it's a medication"
"Ok so you don't wanna give it to me"
"No"
"Ok , bye"
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I was once sitting with a bunch of Arab guys, then was approached by an older Arab man, Abu Khalil.

He asked me to talk to me in private.
"Duktor Feris, I need Viagra if you don't mind"
I wouldn't prescribe medications to patients I don't see in clinic, but this guy looked miserable so I gave a script for a few pills.

I don't want to say that the Viagra made him a new person, but since that day Abu Khalil's wife had made me Tabboulleh and Kibbeh Nayyeh almost every week.
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My clinic was on Thursday. On Wednesday I got a message from the secretary, "Mr. Garcia has an appointment tomorrow morning. He is requesting Viagra or Cialis. He is hoping to have some free samples because his insurance wouldn't pay for it"

I went to the clinic Wednesday afternoon before it closed, checked our medication cabinet full of medication samples, and found 3 small boxes of Viagra.

I wasn't concerned these pills will go to other patients, because all patients that Wednesday were seen and Mr.Garcia was the first patient to be seen Thursday.

Thursday morning, I see Mr.Garcia early on. He requests the Viagra so I went to our medication cabinet.
I couldn't find the Viagra.
I asked Stephanie the nurse, "Did any patients come in yesterday after I left."
"No"
"But there were 3 Viagra boxes here yesterday, where did they go?"
"I don't know doctor."
"Was there anyone else in the clinic?"
"No, just me and the Debby at the front desk, and Dr. Greene"
"Dr. Greene?"
"Yes, he said he was finishing some paper work. He was still in clinic when Debby and I left"
Dr. Greene is a 60-something internist in the clinic. He's a difficult person, very unfriendly and somewhat arrogant.

I don't like to wrongfully accuse someone of stealing, but for the next couple of months Dr. Greene became one of the most pleasant people you can ever meet in your life.