The bad news is, I have to take more medicines. When my wife saw the list, she issued dire warnings of potentially drastic side effects. I wish she hadn’t.
The good news, if I may call it that, is that the doctor says there’s nothing wrong with me that three months or so of treatment can’t put right. Provided the medicines don’t turn me into the Wolf Man or something, I guess.
Please keep the prayers coming. All I want is to get back to normal. I have a new book to write, once the weather starts cooperating.
Anyhow, I came home and rode my bike, and now I want a cigar.