For additional humor points, the medication my doctor prescribed to help with the impact of my symptoms on Real Life comes with the warning that I should not take it and drive. Because it causes blurred vision.
“Gee, I’m having trouble driving because of my symptoms…” “Here, take this – it will help your stomach. Of course, you won’t be able to see
I suspect there is only one hope for me: I should immediately drive myself to the closest McDonalds, clutching a $20 bill and screaming, “Supersize me, baby!!!!”
I suspect that one Big Mac meal, supersized, would put me right into the hospital and get that gallbladder yanked out faster than you can say, 1,140 calories and 60 grams of fat! (Which happens to be how much of same are in a Supersized Big Mac Meal with a diet Coke.)
…and I’m only half kidding…
……maybe not even half, at this point……
………but my hair is Can Be Seen From Space Red now!.........
Hang in there Tama! You're going to feel soooo much better after your surgery.
When you say 'red', I'm picturing something like a polished cherry table. Is that right? Or, are we talking polished apple?
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