Sorry for the hiatus: Surgery.

To the extent that I have any readers, you almost had to find some other obscure blogger to follow as I very nearly kicked the bucket. I had to go under the knife and a Catholic priest showed up in the dimly lit room. Shortly after beginning his activities he realized he should be at the next bed and I noticed he had slithered silently away. I thought for awhile how strange it would have been for someone like me to have been pronounced sober and to die so far away from a casino.

You all know I have an intense and abiding hatred for Medicine and refer to doctors as practitioners of the black and evil arts. So for me to go to the ER you can be certain that it was not simply that I was facing death but that the dying process seemed protracted in that death would elude me as I repeatedly regained consciousness time and time again only to lose it a few minutes later.

Idiots! Discharge Instructions are aimed at the level of an idiot. Pronunciation guide for the word "infection". What absolute idiots.