I’m still struggling with whatever I have.   I feel tired, weak, achie (almost brakie).  If anything happens to my dog or my truck (not that I have a truck, just sayin’) then I’m gonna have to write me a country song.

I even went to the doctor today.  I’ll wait while you pick yourself up off the floor.  I know, a guy that goes to the doctor pre-death-bed.  Well, let me say this: at 3:00 this morning, I was trying to decide if I would rather a) end my life or b) pay the emergency room copay.  I decided for “none of the above” and waited until I could see my regular doctor this morning.

She gave me codeine, disguised as cough medicine.  She loves me.

However, my wife suggested she would be extra happy if I wouldn’t actually take any said codeine until tonite, after the kids have been wrangled (we have a soccer game and who knows what else) and then I can sleep when normal people sleep instead of all day today and then fret all night.

I thought perhaps the weak / dizzy feeling was from not eating enough Ben and Jerry’s, but alas, I remember making it through lent (which felt like about a year) without Ben and Jerry’s and never feeling like this.  Plus my wife has been cooking some awesome meals and taking care of me, so I’ve got no cause for complaint.

I just need to admit that it takes longer to get over this kind of crap now that I’m – gasp – over forty.