Sick Again

This is the third time this summer that I've been taken down by an airborne illness. It does not feel good. I can't talk which is very upsetting. But not being able to breathe is the more pressing concern. I also fear my nose will be nothing but wriggling, exposed cartiledge by the time the illness has run it's course.

But Jethro is the one I feel truly sad for. His very first referral has prostate cancer that metasticized to his spine and he had to tell him. Jethro says chiropracters can go their whole careers without seeing anything like that but that he has seen three such cases since he's started working. So gentlemen, please allow a certified medical representative to stick his or her fingers in your assholes every so often. I know it isn't pleasant, but it can save your life and your wives may find it kinky on the retelling. Or maybe that's just me.

Anyway, I am going to have some gruel and feel sorry for myself for a little while before I go to bed. Cheerio and I'll see you on the upside.