I admit it I don’t get sick very often but when I do it nails me. I am human so what?
I mean it really nailed me. I started feeling bad Saturday afternoon. I still cleaned. I still mowed the lawn. I kept a stiff upper lip. I don’t know what for but I did it.
Last picture you had here was of the picnic — that’s the last thing I remember. I don’t remember Monday all remember is going home early on Sunday night, slamming my arse into my bed with a Motrin. We went home early. I didn’t feel good that was about it I had my dinner I don’t feel good it wasn’t anything okay because I ate healthy.
Rest rest rest I need it is what I thought. So my Monday did not exist I was in pain body aches you know the flu thing. Tuesday yesterday, did not exist either but it existed more than Monday. Today, I was more coherent back to my old grouchy self.
Folk, I never get sick I really never get sick. I use sanitizer on everything , I bleach everything that is able to be bleached and I cleaned everything it was not fun. This thing mauled me — airborne.
But I know better when I had to call the doctor, yes, the doctor. I pushed one for appointments. Today I attempted to do that. All I got was a dispute that my insurance didn’t pay. They refused to make the appointment. What is this the health mafia??
Screw em — he’s fired. Yes I wrote that. I mean it . It is an hour away from my new free and clear house. Besides, I’m going to take that hundred bucks I would’ve spent at the doctor two registers the deed on the house that’s paid for in full.
Today would’ve been my father-in-law Harry’s 88th birthday. I do believe in miracles, so around the time he started to get really sick last year I started to feel better this afternoon. It was about the time I slammed the phone on the coffee table over told the lady she got was coming to her that I hung up on her. I really told her I’d been sick for three days and she didn’t give a bleep.
I know I can do better. I feel better. I am moving on. I am going to live.