The Ol’ Four Eyes Was (Almost) Taken Out By The Deadly Scourge…
Took #2 Son to the urgent care facility to check a football practice injury… Pissed and moaned about not touching any surfaces… ” Don’t even read any magazines!” I yelled… Then Doc comes in,,, Introduces himself and shakes my hand. Two minutes later I wonder… ” Did he wash his hands ?!?!” Two days later… I’m down with it…
It started with joint pain… Moved to stomach cramps and fever… Then went into overdrive with a crampy diarrhea and general feeling of being run over by a truck… Every bite of bacon I’d ever had… Every chop I’d ever chomped… Every rib I’d ever ravaged came back to haunt me… My guts did leaps and bounds that I didn’t think possible…
I tried Mom’s Grandma’s old toddy recipe… I tried Thera Flu … I tried whatever anybody recommended…
Nothing worked… I just got sicker…
I wanted to kill this kid,,,
Even though I know it’s not his fault… (So Don’t Write Me ANY Nastygrams…)
Everyone knows it’s really This Guy’s Fault… ↑
I’m still feeling pretty zombie – like …
The flu seems to have settled out by leaving me with a rather nasty tonsil infection… So I’m looking at having my tonsils out at 51… Whoopee!!!
If this one was true… I’d a never got it…
I remember saying I’d get it when pig’s began to fly… Well…. You folks be careful out there…