Thursday, April 08, 2010
Most of the time I'm more healthy than Bunyan's Babe the Blue Ox (no, not that Bunyan, the other one). Even when I'm sick I have an annoyingly glowing complexion that betrays an otherwise frail disposition by screaming, "Healthy!" It is only when the doc sticks a lightbulb into my mouth do I get told that I am sicker than even I gave myself credit for and am given my third course of antibiotics this year, doubled and apparently stronger than the previous two I took. Also contains some ingredient that Wolverine is made out of. Maybe after this I'll be able to sprout steely blades from my knuckles.