Death warmed over

My wife just told me that I look like crap. Actually she said I looked like death warmed over, but I think death warmed over looks like crap. She might be right. I'm sick and I feel like crud and more importantly I know whose fault it is. I got sick from that stupid kid that sneezed in my face in the Emergency Room earlier on this week. Dumb, Dumb kid, you would think his parents would have taught him better.

Anyway, I have come to several realizations in the past 10 minutes. The first is that doctors, myself miraculously being considered among them, make crapy patients. Personally, I do not take care of myself in the slightest--I work 80+ hours a week, sleep when necessary, eat like crap, exercise only to get ready for the PT test, and only take pills when I feel like this. I am only alive writing this blog to you because my wife takes care of me and reminds me to sleep and eat.

The second thing I realized is that doctors make crappy doctors for your family. Not that I didn't know this already, but I read my wife's blog of a few days prior with her ode to Zantac. My wife and I have already come to a decision about this, unless absolutely necessary, I do not treat, muck with, or interfere with the health care of my wife. I am not objective and it is also not considered "good form." In addition, I think that if I said "Your GERD symptoms seem to be pretty serious, I would recommend a H2 blocker or PPI," my wife would probably reply, "That's nice dear now scoop out the cat box." Thankfully she finally saw someone about the GERD, now I need to wait for her to focus on her asthma, and other medical issues I would have taken care of long ago if I was not married to her.

Well, I'm writing now because I am so tired that if I stretched out on the couch or the bed I am afraid I will sleep for 36 hours. Unfortunately, this is the one weekend that I have all month where I do not need to go into work so I am trying to delay that loss of consciousness--I can't sleep away my golden weeked. I've prattled on enough and have taken up enough of your time with my hazy drugged (OTC medication crap) thought processes.