Hello and welcome to unhealthy issue of the Dogpound. I have to admit it has been a rough week. Started out with just a bit of a runny nose and a slight cough. Then the cough turned into a hair ball from Elm’s Street…a bad nagging cough that would not respond to any kind of over the counter medication. Exercise was difficult and getting a decent night’s sleep was nigh impossible as I wound up eating cough drops like they were gummy bears. Then when is seemed it could not get any worse, it did. Everything I ate started taking the express exit ramp and with explosive force. Now I must add a sidebar here…one of the great mysteries of Science….. how do you gain weight in this situation? Weird huh? Anyway, my nose and rear end are both turning a nice shade of red, and the lack of solid sleep is taking its toll, to the point that I finally gave up my manly pride and called the doc for an appointment. The prognosis was the start of bronchitis and the best they could do was give me a steroid shot. I said I will take anything as long as it helps. I rolled up my sleeve for the shot and the nurse said, “Not today. This one will be a bit further south.” Yep…you guessed it…a butt shot. Been a long time since I have had a shot in the old buttocks. She warned me that it would sting…and it did…a lot. Then she had to wiggle it around a bit to make sure it all got in there. Good for her…just as long as it takes care of this hair ball cough.
THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK
“One of the hardest things in life to learn is which bridge to cross and which bridge to burn.”
– David Russell
An Irishman, a Mexican, and a redneck were doing construction work on scaffolding on the 20th floor of a building. They were eating lunch and the Irishman said, “Corned beef and cabbage! If I get corned beef and cabbage one more time for lunch, I’m going to jump off this building.” The Mexican opened his lunch box and exclaimed, “Burritos again! If I get burritos one more time, I’m going to jump off, too.” The redneck opened his lunch and said, “Bologna again. If I get a bologna sandwich one more time, I’m jumping, too.” The next day, the Irishman opened his lunch box, saw corned beef and cabbage, and jumped to his death. The Mexican opened his lunch, saw a burrito, and jumped, too. The redneck opened his lunch, saw the bologna, and jumped to his death also. At the funeral, the Irishman’s wife was weeping. She said, “If I’d known how really tired he was of corned beef and cabbage, I never would have given it to him again!” The Mexican’s wife also wept and said, “I could have given him tacos or enchiladas! I didn’t realize he hated burritos so much.” Everyone turned and stared at the redneck’s wife.
“Hey, don’t look at me,” she said. “He made his own lunch!”
I need to finish..sitting side saddle is a bit awkward. As always be good, play safe and remember no matter how old you are, shots still hurt.
JR and Max