Doctor：Comein,please.I'mDr.Evans.

　　Carl：I'mCarlMathews.

　　Doctor：Haveaseat.Whatseemstobetheproblem?

　　Carl：I'velostalittleweightrecently,andIdon'tseemtohaveasmuchenergy.Myheadandstomachwerekillingmeyesterday.Imighthavehadafever,andIthoughtIatesomethingbadbecauseIhadtheruns.

　　Doctor：（checkingCarl'sfile）Everythingwasfineyourlastcheckup3monthsago.AreyoueatingOK?Doyoubringanythingup?

　　Carl：I'meatingfine,moreorless.Lastnight,IthoughtIwasgoingtovomit.

　　Doctor：Doyousleepwell?

　　Carl：Alittlefitfullysometimes.Thismorning,Ifelttoosicktoevengetoutofbed.

　　Doctor：（aftercheckingCarl'sheartbeat,bloodpressure,andtemperature）EverythingseemstobeOK.Anyothersymptoms?

　　Carl：No,nothingIcanthinkof.Imustsaythatthingshavebeenquitehecticaroundtheoffice,recently.

　　Doctor：Ithinkyoumayhaveatouchofthefluthat'sgoingaround.Andyoudoseemalittletired.I'llgiveyouaflushotandIrecommendyoutakesomevitaminsupplements.Trytotakeiteasieratworkforawhile,too.