illness

This post is brought to you by the anxiety attack that the Super PTSD dog Sadie interrupted last night. Read below the fold...

And the frakking stomach flu is the worst, not just because it makes one too weak to hold up a book, let alone blog. How nice it would be if that category in evolution had been passed over; what ever happened to a good, healthy rash? Sigh. Anyway, being a little sick has reminded me of how much I don't want to get really sick, because my health insurance situation isn't so great just now. Like millions and millions of Americans, I might add, or billions of people world wide. Read below the fold...