well, took a sick day and went to the Dr.

Yours truly has a lung infection and high blood pressure possibly due to lifestyle or stress.

Dr: "Do you have any particular causes of stress lately?"
Me: "yeah I'm getting fucking divorced I can't spend time with my cat because she's got him and I can't play my PS2 coz I ain't got a TV. I drink about 12 beers a day and smoke about a pack/pack and a half of Camels...sometimes Pall Malls."
Dr: "Oh...well here's a prescription for some anti-biotics."

Then I had a dentist appointment. I take shit care of my teeth and never floss and sometimes just use mouthwash to brush my teeth (often when I'm boozin'). So it's a routine cleaning that turns into a bloodbath as my gums squib...then the Dentist had to tell me/show me how to brush my teeth properly...i felt like an idiot a complete moron ('now this is the way you should brush your back molars')...then she gave me a sparkly plastic kiddie toothbrush and some other free stuff.

oh yeah and the dr. gave me a prescription for an inhaler. sigh...now i am a full blown dork. and I have to go to bed early and sober because I have to be at work bright and early...

In other news today was not a complete wash...after the ordeal and gauntlet of modern medicine I treated myself to lunch bought groceries and hung out with some girl who was nice enough to eat my cooking and somehow enjoy it. we listened to music and cooked. it was very pleasant until she laughed at me because I have an inhaler and couldn't open a box of cupcakes.

What's next? I won't be allowed to play in the street anymore? I'll forget how to tie my shoes?

Good luck people. We're gonna need it.