As I said, if my lungs still hurt tomorrow night, I’m making a doctor appointment. That never ends well. I will encourage Pete to bring a video camera, because why should you miss out?
Today, the anti-hunger project at work concluded its donation phase. Tomorrow, co-workers on both sides of that river we never quit yapping about will ship me full boxes I will empty and sort. It’s a long story, but the ostensibly philanthropic bitches running this project feel free to sabotage it. How’s that for a personality profile? A little shaggy around the affect?Anyway, I’m hoping to quit coughing soon and quit doubling over soon and quit knitting with my eyes closed soon. I’m hoping to snap on rubber gloves and sort boxes and put that behind us soon. Dudes, I’ve been sick for three weeks and I’m sick of being sick.
Someone please ship me an immune system!


Why are you waiting so long to go to the doctor? Get going! I hate going to the doctor, but I go because I like living more than I hate going. You think, if I had let my aversion to doctors stand in the way, my cancer would have stopped growing because it liked me?
When you put it that way, I turned myself in to the medical authorities. POOF! Chest X-Ray, film at 11…
So you have it too. I’m glad I’m sneezing also, otherwise I would think that growing up with a mother who smoked 2-1/2 packs of camels a day and marrying a guy who recently got down to only 5 Marlboro 100’s before falling off the wagon had caught up with me.