I think that it's quite possible . . .

that I may be in the final throes of death. Well . . . .Okay, probably not - It just feels like that. I know, I said I was getting better, that turned out to be wishful thinking. This whole thing hit me hard last night and it's not letting up. So tomorrow, I'm off to the Dr's office to demand that he either cure me or kill me. At this point, I don't much care either way.

I'll be back when I'm not so cranky and full of complaints.

You're welcome.