It is that time of the month. No I don't have a GPS, a gun, or PMS. No I am not going to ask you questions after I shoot you.
It's the monthly trip to Salt Lake City. More doctor appointments, more tests, and more diagnoses?
Yes ladies and cowboys. It is the time when I tell you whether or not I have opened my pharmacy to be a suitable for all or not and how life is going in the wild west.
I DO indeed have a new diagnosis.
Yes! I have been officially diagnosed as WEIRD! Like we didn't know that already.
People, when did they start diagnosing like this? Not a clue. But they are doing more tests...
I get to officially pee in jugs. So when I take the filled containerS back to the lab, I will tell them, "Where would you like my jugs? Thanks, that's 20 bucks."
HA HA HA HA HA HA
Ok, so there will be more. Tomorrow, I get to see the Faint and Fall Clinic right here in the saltiest city in the world. They told me to eat a smaller breakfast than normal.
"My breakfast consists of usually nothing, except a pot of coffee. Is that ok?"
Yeah, that went over well. Ok, it went over really well. The lady was literally ok with that.
Until tomorrow night...