Where have you been? Where have you been? You ask me this, like you care!
If you've ever seen Val Kilmer's portrayal of Doc Holliday in "Tombstone", you know how I feel today. An hour ago, my left lung collapsed and exited my body. My right lung feels like its full of jello. I feel so lousy I considered renting Tom Cruise in "War of the Worlds" just to put myself out of my misery. (I'd rather drink liquid exlax until my stomach burst). At least my eye isn't infected like the last time. Rememebr that? I was at this Greek Orthodox monastery, in prayer, when my eye began to water and pus. Soon enough, my left eye was swollen shut, like Rocky after round three with Ivan Drago (Rocky IV, FYI). There was this steady stream of mucous draining from my eye! Yes, I said my eye. Nothing is supposed to come out of ones eye, except the occasional tear from hearing a classic "Air Supply" ditty ("Makin' love, out of nothin' at all" gets me every time.)Anyway, I got better.
So, I know I will get better. At least I hope so. After all, Christmas eve is only five days away. This year, my son will actully get it. he's 20 months old. Old enough to get it. Finally, I'm more excited to watch someone else get gifts than to receive them myself...almost.
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