I've been ill all week. The wife of my bosom finally got me to the doctor. Why is it that you're always in the doctor's waiting room when you start to feel better? The doctor couldn't determine the nature of my ailment. As usual. I'm 54 and all my complaints are imaginary. May it always be so.
cartoon from Fate of the Artist
cartoon from Fate of the Artist
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posted by Eddie Campbell at
00:41
4 Comments:
Hope you feel better soon. Nothing spoils the weekend like being ill!
We can't afford that kind of medical treatment here in the U.S.
You live like kings!
I feel that being sick is our body's way of gathering it's self, before we make a great leap forward.
Sorry to read this. I hope you get back to full health soon.
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