Yecch!
We all feel immortal, don't we?
Here I sit in my very own hospital room, tapping away on my fucking laptop. I hate laptops. You hit one letter and it prints foreverrrrrrrr. But the pneumonia is getting better. Yeah, I thought it was just a persistent cough. By Thursday I couldn't complete a phone call without a coughing attack, so I went home. So I wound up here.
So my cheerful doc tells me all about Jim Henson in painful detail, who just ignored that cough until it turned into The Big P. He ignored that, to, until he **89**.
So here I am, all those wonder drugs slaughtering the bacilli in my lungs. I should be out of here Monday, turned loose upon the world again.