Countdown in Stuff

I am on the countdown!
In 14.5 hours time, I’ll finally be at my doctor’s appointment, pleading to him for drugs to make me better.

I have no idea how I made it through that work-week, without a sick-day. I really don’t. I was not a healthy chappy. I am not a healthy boy.

Diagnose me, Doc!

I really don’t think I’ll be making it to my final dental appointment on Wednesday. I can’t be coughing with a drill in my mouth. God-damnit.