They say that the wolverine has no control over itself when it eats and actually can gorge itself to death. i learned this watching the discovery channel when a wolverine squeezed itself between two trees in an effort to force out excess food that would have killed the ferocious critter had it taken no action. i am pleased to say that the animal survived. i am less pleased to report that it has not lost a significant sporting event to penn state since.
what, you ask does this have to do with my condition. well, first off, as you are well aware connecting one thought to another is not my MO; however, in this instance, there is actually a small conneciton. last night i may have bitten off more than i could chew (pun intended) and around 2:00 a.m. i was forced to "wolverine" (Wolverine = vomit). so, 4 treatments in, the damn medicine finally got to me. ironic that a medicine should make you sicker, but that's another topic for another day. (perhaps you will see such a discussion on this very idea at http://www.jazzblahg.blogspot.com/, which, according to blog magazine is "the best new blog on the internet" and "makes absolutely no sense at all"). today, i feel significantly better and with a more careful diet should be able to avoid any further ramifications.
of couse, being 4 treatments in means that we are more than half way through...only 2 treatments to go!! for those of you wondeirng and assmumig all goes well, there will be a big arse party sometime over the summer. aside form cake, there will be a pool, whiffle ball and many other fun activities that have yet to be decided. let's call them surprises.
in case you do not read my blog, i wanted you to know...14 stories below, they call me mr. big hot pastrami.
keep on keepin on.
andy
what, you ask does this have to do with my condition. well, first off, as you are well aware connecting one thought to another is not my MO; however, in this instance, there is actually a small conneciton. last night i may have bitten off more than i could chew (pun intended) and around 2:00 a.m. i was forced to "wolverine" (Wolverine = vomit). so, 4 treatments in, the damn medicine finally got to me. ironic that a medicine should make you sicker, but that's another topic for another day. (perhaps you will see such a discussion on this very idea at http://www.jazzblahg.blogspot.com/, which, according to blog magazine is "the best new blog on the internet" and "makes absolutely no sense at all"). today, i feel significantly better and with a more careful diet should be able to avoid any further ramifications.
of couse, being 4 treatments in means that we are more than half way through...only 2 treatments to go!! for those of you wondeirng and assmumig all goes well, there will be a big arse party sometime over the summer. aside form cake, there will be a pool, whiffle ball and many other fun activities that have yet to be decided. let's call them surprises.
in case you do not read my blog, i wanted you to know...14 stories below, they call me mr. big hot pastrami.
keep on keepin on.
andy
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