Sunday, April 19, 2009

Grab & Gulp, 1993




Two days later and I still feel like I've been beaten with rubber hoses because of those four injections from the masochists of Madison Street. Quite seriously, I go in and out of fugues where I feel as if I'm brain-damaged. I'm slowly getting to the point where I can type for extended periods of time. A few more visits to that place and I'll be like my friend here from 1993. You stop hearing from me, again, quite seriously, assume I've found legitimate health care.

3 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

I'm glad the typing is getting easier, if nothing else.

HemlockMan said...

It's amazing the perfectly good stuff people throw away.

Capcom said...

Wow, poor guy, he needs a gift card to a grocery store.

Yeah, legitimate health care...when am I ever going to find a doctor who doesn't want me to live with the pain I have caused by chemo treatments. All I ever get are scripts for expensive tylenol, WTH. :-p

OK, complaining over.