Sick
Jokes
 Less
than twenty-four
hours ago I was in the hospital, beset
by irregular heartbeat. I thought I was
a goner but
it was simply my good old friend, Mr. Stress,
coming
back
to
visit
me after 30 or so years. The prescription
from the docs was "Get some sleep,
you idiot."
They're right. After getting my pay-the-bills
chores done I've spent WAYYYY too many
recent nights up until 4AM
getting
the
comic
right,
or wrong. I'd originally decided to put
the strip on hiatus until I was sure I
was better but it's hard to turn the progressive
juices off, especially while lying prone
for 12
hours. Whatever I did had to be quick,
hence the B&W image. It works, though.
I'm now going to take a long three
day vacation with my jammies and my stuffed
bunny and we'll see what Monday brings.
Note: Two weeks ago I
had a complete physical, complete with
blood work-up, and the results
were so good that all the
doc could
suggest
was that I lose about
ten pounds (I'm 178lbs) and take some vitamins.
Stress
is the tiger you underfeed
every day until it eventually eats you.
=Lefty=
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