I sent this to Lyle this evening explaining that I wouldn't be able to do breakfast tomorrow. The Saturday breakfast is pretty important to me, but I just can't make it.
"Just got back from the clinic. A record setting day. My PSA is 96.0 ! Up from last checkup of 1.92. Normal blood white count is about 12,000. My white count is 16,000. I have anti-biotic shots in both cheeks. The medical term used was "rip-roaring infection" I'll be okay, but I'm one sick puppy right now." I have to take antibiotics for a couple of weeks and hopefully I'll be feeling better. God bless Mayo Medical.
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Sounds like a cigar opportunity to me -- that is, unless the general malaise is connected to your stomach. Take care of yourself; we'll be journeying to Iowa City in a couple of weeks and will explain that I have to stop and check your pulse.
I'm hoping to eat today for the first time in three days. My plumbing is infected from my kidneys to the tip of penis. You get sick enough, food and cigars aren't very motivating.
Sorry to hear about the tough climb, Gunnar - wash it out of there with gallons of Schell's Schmatz's Alt. ...and maybe quarts of deep glacial well water.
If you lived closer to me, I just might show up at your door with a vat of chicken soup in my hands.
Take care, and I hope you feel better soon, Gunnar!
Hang in there Gunnar!
Jesus Gunnar. Do what the doctors tell you. I stay away from the blog for a couple of weeks and you get sick on me. Dex
dang I missed this one! I hope the antibiotics are sorting things out for you by now.
get well, Gunnar
Allan Pollock
Too late! I'm at death's door.
I'm well, or on the way.
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