Sick as a Dog

I've been told before that between my constant sleeping, declining health, and dogged pessimism, I am on the inside a grumpy old man. I always thought that was some sort of joke until now. And now I have shingles. Shingles. I'm twenty years old! I suppose I'll have to start worrying about dementia next. On top of that, I've got a sinus infection, and I think my eyes are starting to go. At the moment, I've got seven different medicines sitting on my bathroom counter that I've gotta take every day. Ugh.

My parents keep asking if I want to go for an afternoon ride in the car with them. Well, I'm not going. I'm not ready to be put in a home!

Anyway, Stories is on hold for a bit longer because my head is perpetually foggy and about to explode, so I'm having some trouble focusing. If anybody needs me, I'll be signing hallmark cards for my grandkids and half-watching Wheel of Fortune reruns with the captions on.

Comments

[Vanost]

Don't forget to yell at the kids to get off your lawn.

[Abecedarian]

Now you can tell people you have herpes (zoster).