It's OK, I'll Live. (or die trying) : )

So today I am off to the visit my dear old friend the doctor.  Or Robert, as I call him.  That is, when I'm not in front of him.  I am feeling rather ill, since Tuesday before last.  I feel better for a day or so, then fall into a pit of despair and fever, only to rally enough to go to class, drive home and collapse on the bed.  Fever is 99.5 WITH Acetaminophen/Ibuprofen, and when I wake up it's up to 102.something.  Guess it's a good thing Katy and I didn't share that water at the Feist Concert.  (That was one of the nights I was feeling a lot better, it was a blast, well worth it.  Thanks Katy and Aaron).   Ruminations on the Feist concert will be in the next post.  I think there is even a Youtube clip or two of the very night.  Anyways, I am going to see George today to see if I have pneumonia, like I did in 1999 in Highschool.  It kind of feel like it did, but then I don't remember much.  When they heard I had a history of pneumonia, they tried to pawn me off on the ER, but I thought that would be a little hypocritical after one of my past rants and raves, right?  That's not the real reason I refuse to go to the ER.  It's more of the fact that I prefer to handle things through my PCP if at all possible.  This may be a feeble attempt to correct the way our healthcare system is going, but hey, if Robert can fit me in at 3:30 same day, I need to give it a try.  You'll know if I survive if I post again.  Mwuahahaha.

Don't worry, I'll live, (or die trying)  : )

PS. for a link to something that made me chuckle in spite of the headache (gosh I'm whiny today), look here.