I'm Sick! Despite what my obituary is going to say, and it should be in the paper on Friday or Saturday, I imagine, rest assured that I am sick. The reason for that is that my obit will be written by my staff and they wouldn't know a fatal illness if it sat on their heads. Even the ones who are trained and licensed to practice medicine.
This reminds me of what Jack Benny went though. It's actually more than a reminder, it's a full blown case of history repeating itself yet again. Jack told everyone for a year and a half that he was seriously ill while everyone, including his doctors said he was a hypochondriac and nothing was wrong with him. Then, his doctors suddenly discovered that he had stomach cancer and he died in less than a year.
He wanted to have "I told you I was sick!" put on his headstone but they ultimately went with something else. And the same thing is is happening to me right now. But I'm not even worried about that. I'm worried about you. You see, whatever I have is worse than cancer, AIDS and the plague. Times ten.
My throat hurts, I'm tired, I'm having body aches and I'm short tempered, impatient and unable to concentrate on anything for any length of time. And I don't want any of you to have to go through this unimaginable suffering but I can't get anyone in the medical industry to listen, so a cure will never be found.
Hence, my frustration. Maybe, when I'm on the other side, some of the symptoms will go away and enable me to do research and find a cure. Then, all I have to do is figure out a way to get the information back to you here. And communicating like that across dimensions isn't easy. There goes my plans for a relaxing, stress free Afterlife. But it's OK. I don't mind at all.
Current Mood:
depressedCurrent Music: Coast To Coast AM----George Noory, WOC AM 1420