I’ll bet he feels jollier than I do.
I am trying to finish writing Ozias, Prince Enthroned. So close to being finished! And so many obstacles strewn in the way. I also had another typically bad nooze story to report, but didn’t have time before I had to go to the hospital.
I will try not to write about this every day, my readers will get tired of it. Five weeks of this. They make you stick your face into a kind of rubber toilet seat, shins up, back bent–fantastically uncomfortable. I pray Mr. Cancer will find it even more uncomfortable than I do.
(St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital is actively promoting sodomy to children. And contraceptives. There. Do you wonder why I didn’t have the heart to write it up?)
Just now I feel totally worn out. Oh! And they’ve brought back the masks. Everybody has to wear them at the hospital. Allow 60 seconds for sighs of frustration.
I was told all had to don masks for clinic visits , but when I went in for my dental visit, I saw no one wearing one, so that was great. Wouldn’t have worked for me anyway; my visit was to the dentist for extraction. That was plenty of fun even without the stupid mask.
Isn’t it a shame, when you’re convinced most authority is bogus?
And when you know masks are forced only as a sign of control by bogus authority, but you have to accept it to get treatment. I learned from my dad early in life that a sense of humor about difficulties –when possible– is important to survival.
Government is not our friend.
Oh no, not masks again!! Shoo fly, go away, come again another day.
YOU KNOW they’d like to make the masks permanent!
My son told me that ten years ago while he was at Georgia Tech, all the many Chinese students were wearing masks all the time.
I thought they wore masks in Shanghai to cope with the massive air pollution.