Woke this morning at a respectable hour and made some breakfast for my boy. He didn’t want any part of it and he wandered into the living room to play. I sat at the dining room table and halfheartedly said, “Come on. You’ve gotta eat something. Have your bacon or some toast,” but truth be told I was in the process of eating both for him when I said it. To hear him reply, “No!” allowed me to sigh in bacon-drowned relief and I proceeded to send my malnourished son off to the sitter and drove on to work, stopping for a cream cheesy bagel delight on the way. I should likely not live to see Christmas.
Since, oh, I dunno, about April I’ve had some kind of bronchial or esophageal affliction that causes me to cough, hack, wheeze and sometimes wake up at 4 am short of breath. It’s pretty neat! Doc says it’s bad allergies and told me to F off, but he eventually complied with my request to send me to a specialist for a second opinion. Three months later that specialist appointment came up and I was told… it was probably just bad allergies. ‘You greasy bastard!’ I thought, but he went on to suggest it could be a bit of asthma too. I love health issues, especially terminal ones, so couldn’t wait to see what was next!
What was next was an appointment for a breathing and asthma test… another 2 months away. So approaching that day, just a couple weeks ago now, I was starting to feel better. I figured that the removal of some old pillows and sheets from our bedroom may’ve cleaned up my sleeping area enough to allow my symptoms to subside. Went for the second of the tests last Thursday where I had to breath in some funky shit to provoke a reaction and now I’m back to fucking square one. Since then I’ve returned to having an immovable sticky blockage in the back of my throat. Now I know what Nugget felt like in college.
Oh yeah. As I sat stuck in traffic tonight just after 7:30, I received a lovely message from either Pat and/or Paula saying, “where are my wedding pictures on your site dick head??????” Charming. Well, hope this warms your hearts… I’d forgotten I even went to that thing! But I scoured my Recycling Bin and did find a few pics. I’ll put them up another time. For now, let these two tickle your tits.
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