Slap & Tickle

Getting Better

Well, I finally went to the doctor this week. I was blowing stuff out my ass like you've never seen before. Sorry to be crude, but when one is going to the bathroom every 20 minutes or so, one has a tendancy to lose one's propriety.

Anyhow... back to the ass flow:

Oh... I'll save you the details (email me if you want to know, I love talking about it... it's just that no one wants to hear about it).

So, I finally went to the doctor (or more acurately, found out my doctor is no longer on my plan, so I changed doctors) and Doctor Cutie McCutie, gave me a bunch of tests (none of them pretty) and today he called to say I have a parasite in me. Well, I've always wanted a new friend.

And like all friendships, this one is coming to an end real soon. Tonight, I pick up my prescription and in 3-5 days, Pauly the Parasite should be gone.

And, hopefully, I'll get back to writing again. Seriously, I started 7 different things and then I'd run off to the bathroom and come back with no desire to finish the article.

Seriously, I'll write... if I feel like it. Thanks for all your cards and letters... oh, that's right, I didn't get any. Thanks for your total lack of concern. 'preciate it...