Con: I’m still sick. It wasn’t the tequila, alas. Indeed, the tequila didn’t do anything to kill the little germ that’s attacking my innards and doing a Mexican Hat Dance in there.
Con: Doc barely looked at me, implied it was the flu, and didn’t even bother with trying to help my migraines, just wrote a referral to a neurologist.
Pro: Discovered the fasting blood-work that I’ve needed for more than a year could be done in the office right across the very hallway in the building where my realtor is, and realized that with the flu, I had been fasting, all right. Got that done.
Con: The lady didn’t do very well drawing the blood. Nope. Ouch.
Pro: Walked out of the realtor’s office with checks to pay off ALL my credit cards, thanks to a refinance and the fact that the creeks didn’t rise (LA Times article notwithstanding). The cards have been around my neck for about thirteen years. It feels amazing.
Con: Walked in the house and destroyed the venetian blinds by foolishly trying to open them. Silly of me, that.
Pro: I fixed them and now feel like a big stud.
Con: Still have a germ doing a manic little dance in my tummy, now to a Gloria Estefan cha-cha. No one’s happy in there, man.
Going back to bed now. Exhausted. Hope you’re well.
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