January 3, 2007
Me and Barry Bonds
I have not seemed to be able to get over this cold and bronchitis that I have had for the past week or two. After a day at urgent care followed by practicing “better living through chemistry”, I had hoped that I would finally be getting better but that has not been the case. Instead I feel like I swallowed a Randy Johnson fastball and it has stuck in my chest. According to Doctor Trina, I am now coming down with pneumonia which means yet another trip to see the doctor. This totally sucks and I am not in any kind of mood to be dealing with the medical profession. Considering I am scheduled to fly to San Francisco for a couple of days of meetings, it probably is prudent to follow Trina’s advice and seek out a few more prescription drugs. So we get in the car and Trina drives me to the doctor’s office. I have the remaining dose of cough syrup in my system so I am not allowed to operate heavy machinery meaning that I won’t be renting that fork lift today or driving the Suburban.
