If this is what it feels to reach thirty then I don't want to reach forty. I was waiting outside the doctor's office before sunup. And let me tell you, there were people there, old people, waiting before I got there. Thing is like a Mafia, old people's Mafia! When they see me coming they know I'm not one of them. So they make sure I know they are first in line... Like sayin' "You'un u just have to wait! Now git!" They know each other like they know their own wrinkles. Even tough HIPAA prohibit the making of lists of patients before the doctor's office opens they go ahead and just keep the list in their minds. Of course I'm the last one on the list, people that aren't even here (yes, old people) go before me in this list and... Ouch this really hurts!
I can't sit down for very long so if you could see me now you would see a man holding a keyboard like a palette and looking at monitor like it was a canvas.
I got five days leave from the doctor. And a prescription for Flexeril. Which means this week I'll be either in pain or asleep. Far from the creative juices that puts me...
I'll try to post, if only because you expect better... But I won't make any promises...
The information soldier has a nerve....
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