Friends,
I’ve been on a forced hiatus over the last few days due to illness. It seems that at any given time there just doesn’t seem to be enough oxygen in my general vicinity to satisfy my selfish cravings to breathe.
Against my own better judgment, I’m going to make an appointment to see a healthcare professional today to find out what’s wrong. Asthma rearing its ugly head after thirty years? Rapid onset emphysema? Have I suddenly become allergic to my part-time puppies? What gives?
We’ll see later on today…
– bob
UPDATE: If you called your bookie and took the over on asthma, your kneecaps are safe. How this plays into the fact that my little burg is at a little over 5,300-feet above sea level should prove challenging. Everybody I’ve shared this tale with so far (and trust me, I’ve been whining like the last kid picked for the kickball team) tells me that it’s perfectly normal. That if you had asthma as a kid, it’ll surely pop up again when you’re an adult. Why wasn’t I informed of this! My secretary has some explaining to do.