Thursday, November 24, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
Shingles, Asthma, Fractured Ribs, and Rehab...
There you have it; that's my life for the past month and a bit now. I redeveloped shingles, the topical medication prescribed to me triggered my asthma, I was coughing and grasping for air so much that I fractured my rib, and now I am on the Wagon (again) because my body is just telling me to fuck off with the boozing and all the other abuse.
(If only I could have a conversation with my liver and my immune system, I would tell *them* to fuck off and do their job, otherwise they will be fired and replaced by a contractor, or even outsourced to India!!)
Oh yeah, and I am now back to being single again. In the end things just didn't work out with R. so I am back to my old life of me, my cats, and my library full of books.
My body is telling me to sleep now (yes, my body has me right underneath its thumb, so to speak) so I will continue with the "what happened to DWR and the guy she was dating???" story tomorrow.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZ
(If only I could have a conversation with my liver and my immune system, I would tell *them* to fuck off and do their job, otherwise they will be fired and replaced by a contractor, or even outsourced to India!!)
Oh yeah, and I am now back to being single again. In the end things just didn't work out with R. so I am back to my old life of me, my cats, and my library full of books.
My body is telling me to sleep now (yes, my body has me right underneath its thumb, so to speak) so I will continue with the "what happened to DWR and the guy she was dating???" story tomorrow.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZ
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