We're a Nation of Billions and Can't Cure Disease... or plug oil wells, for that matter.

"You know you make me crazy,

 What you do to me,

 It's a chemical reaction or an allergy.

 You know you make me crazy,

 You're aware of that.

 Why don't you come and put me away?"

Born in the year 1956, I suffered from none of the maladies that kids and parents had to worry about. Polio, anti-biotic teeth destruction and more. Hell, I didn't even get the Chicken Pox. I was a little monster, though. Always getting in trouble for something or another. And I always got my ass tanned. And most of them were repeat offenses. Taking off for hours at a time without letting my folks know; Smoking cigarettes; swiping change, especially taking the valuable silver dollars that I had no idea were as valuable as they really were. I was happy because I could get the entire HUGE box of "Ugly Stickers" stickers and gum for the incredible amount of five bucks! Yeah, I was a little shit. My ass was intimate friends with yardsticks, fly swatters, leather belts and crystal plastic hair brushes. And let's not forget Maw-Maw's bedroom slippers - pick a foot, that would slap you faster than a light sabre from Star Wars.

So what does that have to do with what's going on? I guess I'm saying that payback is a mutha'! Here I am, everything going along really well. GFPB holding it's own; Doing some writing and feeling ok. Johnny and Allison get married in a wonderful ceremony. We got Karen a really nice car. In the meantime, this insidious disease called Myesthenia Gravis is creeping up my back. It hits me in the eyes first - from double double vision vision to droopy eyelid that makes me look like Jo-Jo the Gimp. People look at me like I'm a clinical tard and they look fucking scared. Jesus, it's only a goddamn eye! But not to me. It is everything. So I wear my patch and contact lenses. I wear reading glasses because the contacts reading section is too weak. It will fix.

But lets not forget the rest of it. Before I leave my eyes... Yesterday I noticed a big, red floater in my right eye. Normally black, this thing looks like blood in my eye field. Yippe-kiyay Muddafucka!

Before the paintball game three weeks ago, I was confined to ocular symptoms. Now the physical crap is starting to cook. Weakness; extreme sensitivity to heat; stomach a-go-go from the meds that aren't working. Extremely tired, but unable to sleep. Sore jaw muscles and joints. Sore throat ALL the time and a challenge to beat the band when it comes time to swallowing. Leg cramps and midnight dances to get rid of the spasms. It's a veritable cornucopia of fun in the sun.

I'm pissed. I hate this shit. It's karma. I know. But it's not so instant... It's taking over slowly. My attitude is in the toilet. I feel like shit ALL THE TIME! Weight gain - 10 lbs in three weeks. My big question is, "Since you're taking meds that give you the shits all the time, how in Jehosephat's garter belt can you GAIN weight?" Another amusing trick from the guy upstairs. Thanks! Hope you enjoyed your laugh! You can fucking quit it now!