Monday, December 04, 2006

Pop goes the weasel

I am going to complain, I know something different for me.
As if having this shit was not enough... I can't breathe and I am coughing and gagging like a 90 year old man BUT on top of that something is wrong with my fucking ears. You know how when you're on a plane and your ears suddenly hear things as if you were in a tunnel and there is immense pressure? Yeah, BOTH of my fucking ears are like that and won't fucking pop. Not only that but I get to listen to a nice ringing sound that drowns out all the muffled background that is actually people talking to me. It fucking hurts people...
Not only that, because God loves a good laugh... I was sitting down after dinner and thought I rubbed something mushy in my eye so I went to go clean it in the bathroom. Yup, that's right people, I have fucking pink eye on top of everything else.

I am a walking puss head... Literally.

So, I am making a much needed trip to the doctors tomorrow morning. What would be nice is if the doctor said I could take a nice vacation in the hospital. It would be lovely to lay down and have somebody wait on me. FUCKING LOVELY! Maybe I will threaten them with me saying I will go rub my face all over the chairs and walls in the waiting room... maybe they will let me stay then.
Anyway, Don't bother with the "I hope you feel better" shit... if you care then fly your ass down here and take care of my house, Em, the husband , and the farm. I promise I won't breathe on you...
Later