Sunday, October 18, 2009

I'm Still Kicking

Not very high but as Mark Twain once said, the reports of my demise are highly exaggerated.

Thanks for the concern and the advice.
No, I don't need go go pay a hundred and eighty five fucking dollars for my doc to confirm I have a fucking chest cold and tell me to go to bed and drink plenty of liquids, thank you very much.

I had a chest cold a couple of years ago that took damn near three months to get over.
I know what it is and it is another stubborn fucker just like that one.

Of course, it doesn't help that I don't take care of myself and get likkered up way too much.
Hey, it's my life and I do whatever I fucking well please, thank you again very fucking much.

Hugz and kisses to you all, now hand me the whiskey God dammit, or someone is going to get hurt.

6 comments:

  1. The only reason to go to the doctor is if your chest cold, initially caused by a virus, develops a secondary bacterial infection. It can be treated with antibiotics.

    Of course then you will not only pay $185 bucks to the doctor, but probably about the same amount to the drug barons.

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  2. Anonymous3:11 PM

    You need to take better care of yourself you old hardheaded fart. I would miss your blog. Sharon @ the meadowhouse.

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  3. I can handle a hug but the kisses can go elsewhere. I remember the last time you were sick and it did seem like forever. Do get better soon!!

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  4. Here, cut n paste THIS one into yer browser.
    Try to make it last more n one night. ;-)

    http://www.jackdaniels.com/singlebarrel/images/SingleBarrelBottle.jpg

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  5. Anonymous4:43 AM

    So good to see you still kicking and growling.Forget the doc, I got sumpin for you. Mix a shot of JB, a tablespoon of honey, a teaspoon of lemon juice and warm it up. Take as needed ;)

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  6. Look y' stubborn Coot.. Get yourself some alcohol based GoldenSeal tincture.. Taste like shit (like a good medicine should) & costs $15 at your local 'health food' store.. A gawd-damn dropper full in the back of your freakin' throat twice a bleepin' day & you'll be back cursin' loudly in no time a'tall.. like 1 or 2 days. Can't beat that with a stick, damned or no!

    Just found you blog.. Bleeping like your attitude.. ;-)

    enjoy
    bobby

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