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i woke this monday last feeling just alright so i proceeded to tiptoe around in typical calico-like fashion. a cup of gourmet coffee, some candles and incense lighted, soft music on the player and languid floor stretches.
i stood to find my back had apparently been used as a training bag by apollo creed when i wasn't looking - basically i could not straighten up and was in a great deal of pain. i hobbled over to grab the cordless and lie down on my bed. a few hours later my co-worker phoned to make certain i was in fact dying.
my sister didn't even realize she was sharing her space with a corpse and when she did it was a tad unsettling. given that we don't quite yet keep an aluminum walker handy she allowed me to lean on her all the way to the hospital er where they determined i had a kidney infection. ain't life grand?
being jabbed with a bag of fluids isn't so bad when they top it off with a slow drip of the good stuff. i was feeling no pain and had a sudden yearn to hear rainbow bridge but they eventually tossed me out with a few pills and the recommendation of a follow-up doctor. let me get this straight: they've just diagnosed me and given me 4 pills and now i have to schedule an appointment to see some other jerk to get another 7 of the same shit? beeeotch puhleeze!
i'm going down to the herb shop and see my mojo man and get him to hook me up - rattle some chicken bones and grind me up a squaw root.
prevention is kinder than destruction. each year over six million healthy dogs, cats, puppies and kittens are killed as surplus. remember: neuter, spay and don't let them stray!