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"I saw you last night and got that old feeling..." Ah, a little Chet Baker in the morning. Blow, cat, blow. Got my computer set up on the computer desk, and things are much prettier, but now I can hear this damn fan whine. Everything's a tradeoff, dammit. I'm currently procrastinating. I shoulda taken my cyclosporin half an hour ago. I've been such a good boy about eating that nasty stuff... so now I've got this little kid grin cause I'm being bad and not taking it. Of course, I'll take it here in a minute. Little kid grin aside, I don't wanna, you know, get sick and die or nuttin. "Funny, it's not a rose I touch, it's always you..." Ouch! And you've got thorns, baby! I'm just rambling, not much going on. So, in the interest of posterity: They gave me a new medicine at the hospital yesterday. It's to prevent a certain kind of pneumonia. It made me very sick. I threw up twice. I thought I was done with that.... dammit. I have to have three more doses of it within the next week. Called a 'loading' dosage. I think they figured out that if they give it to me REALLY slowly, I can handle it. But I am not looking forward to clinic tomorrow. Damn damn damn. Ok, so I should go take my cyclosporin now... I really should... I... I... oh damn, allright, allright. Gimme the friggin chocolate milk. Grrr. (gulp) AGH! (gulp) ARRGH! (gulp) AIIIEEEEEE! 150 mgs of pure, unadulterated evil, comin' atcha live and in stereo surround... two satellite pills and a big ole' subwoofer tablet. Hehehehe, I kill me. Just who WAS the sick bastard that came up with these things? In this day and age of artificial flavoring and preservatives, why the hell couldn't they make these things taste like something good? Or even something not as bad? Like... oh, say, industrial sewage? You ever wonder if the bacteria that live in a rat's lower intestine are happy there? :) "Nights are long since you went away, I think about you all through the day... miss your voice, the touch of your hand, just long to know that you understand..." |
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