A poor patient...
Looks like there's a name for this particular beastie I've got—"bronchitis." Eeeeeewwwww. Explains that little problem with breathing I've been having lately. I'm going to the doctor tomorrow morning to get this confirmed, but I've had this so many times that I think I can predict what he's going to say even before I fork over the cashola.
I'm a terrible patient. I know this. I deny being ill until I'm virtually dead on my feet (would anyone who has physically seen me in the past 48 hours please shut up already?). I dragged myself to work on Tuesday (4 hours) and today (5) and I'm wondering if I should just give up and not even bother going in tomorrow morning after my doctor's appointment.I suspect my co-workers will be relieved if I decide that.
I'm trying to think if I have any news that's actually worth relating, aside from the usual cute-cat prattle. Oh, yeah, Elian Gonzalez went home today. About damn time. Andy's theory: we should've set up a catapult two months ago and fired him across the sea and landed him smackdab in the middle of Havana. Oh, and his Miami family would've made excellent practice fodder for said catapult.
Sometimes Andy isn't very nice. Speaking of, we gotta find him a woman….
OH! I know what else there is to mention. Masaharu Morimoto, awwwwyeahbaby! I've never been much of a fan of Bobby Flay anyhow. I wanted to see Morimoto versus Emeril Lagasse—now THAT would have been an Iron Chef that kicked some serious ass. I could just see those two going after each other with the little blowtorches normally used for caramelizing brulées… About the only thing that would make Iron Chef more fun to watch would be if the chefs were allowed to get in a wrestling ring after the cooking is "ovah!"
In other news, the visitation schedule is starting to fill up here at the Geekhaus Of Luuuuuuuv. We've got my parents coming the third week of July, Dan & Steph the third week of August, and suddenly it's looking like Brad (yeah, the one and only Canada Spice!) might be gracing us with his charming presence on Labor Day weekend for the Nashville/Dave Matthews Band concert roadtrip.
I'm goin' to bed. Stay tuned—I'll let y'all know if I've gotta have a lung amputated.