It's been a while since I have written anything. In fact, I think two holidays have come and gone.
Sadly, not much has changed. I've probably gained a little weight but in my defense it is hard to do sit-ups when it feels you have one of those long handled barbecue forks stuck in your neck.
I've also gained a little more real estate in my forehead region. I'll attribute that to stress. None of the medications I'm taking list "Hair Loss" as a possible side effect. Possible death, loss of hearing, explosive diarrhea and tingling in the extremities, yes! But not hair loss.
I've got dark circles under my eyes and I feel like I have aged 20 years this past year and a half.
I had an MRI today. I guess that's why I'm writing this post on a blog where I said there was nothing else to say. I feel a little like Stephen King, right now. "I'm retiring from writing. This is my last book. Okay. This is my last book. Okay. I really mean it. THIS is my LAST book..."
It was a hard day today and I am guess I'm just typing away here to try and exorcise some demons.
"I CAST YOU OUT EVIL SPIRITS! GO INTO THE LIGHT!!"
After all the MRI's I have endured, you think I would mastered the art of the throat tickle by now, but gosh darn it if as soon as they slid me into the tube today my throat filled with spit and a feather appeared at the back of my throat. Tickle! Tickle! Tickle! It was torture. Torture that kept having to be stopped and restarted.
I swear. If I even see a Tickle Me Elmo in the next day or two, I'm drop kicking his little red butt across the city.
I guess that's all I have to say.
The only thing left to do is rip off this cotton ball that has been triple wrapped with some industrial surgical tape around my ape arm. If you think you hear a scream in the next hour or two, it's just me. Don't call 911 or anything. I'll be fine. I'm sure the skin on the portion of my arm will eventually regenerate.
Sorry I wasted your time. And once again provided you with no answers to your questions.
Gee. I wish the folks at MCV would say that to me...just once.
This house is clean.
and that's Jody with a "y"