FISH CATCHING TRAVEL
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It Only Hurts When I Breath!
I have heard from some of you the last week or so wondering just where I have been. On that point I like this comment/question from Jimmy the best.
Getting worried about you, still kicking? I been missing your posts.
Thanks Jimmy, but unfortunately I am barely kicking. I have avoided addressing this with you all, but looks like it is time. When I say I have been sick, I mean coon dog sick since right after getting back from Colorado. It should have been one of those week long flu things, but unfortunately it is appears to be a nice fat case of pneumonia. I kept trying to get past it but it has just been to tough. And as those of you who know me, if I am sick enough that it has shut me up I really am sick!
So what next? I start a round of some big time antibiotics tomorrow, and all I know is it better work because I have had it. Plus the Boss and my “Doctor” are threatening me with further medical intervention, which I am desperately trying to avoid like the plague. It is not that I do not have complete faith in them and their judgment, it is just I am the worst patient in the history of medicine. So I will cooperate with orders as much as it pains me. It has been many moons since I felt this poor and I am sure ready for this to be over. Basically I have left the house a couple of times in weeks, but it just is to much effort so here I sit.
I ask that you hang in there with me. While a bump in the road, obviously there is an end to it and I will be back on my feet with a fishing pole in my hand soon. With any luck I should start making some progress within a week. So that is why I have been offline. As Mark Twain said, the rumors of my death are premature, but I sure feel like death warmed over. Plus this no fishing thing is almost as bad as the being sick part! So keep stopping in and thanks for reading my stuff.
Good Luck and Tight Lines