Say it quietly, but I may be getting better.
That nasty taste in my chest that was here yesterday has gone away. I woke when the alarm went off, feeling quite good, and - not exactly full of energy, but with a desire to do something.
It's the last day of my course of penicillin. I'm not going to phone the doctor until tomorrow.
I feel happy. I have a destiny to fulfil.
I shall spit.
That nasty taste in my chest that was here yesterday has gone away. I woke when the alarm went off, feeling quite good, and - not exactly full of energy, but with a desire to do something.
It's the last day of my course of penicillin. I'm not going to phone the doctor until tomorrow.
I feel happy. I have a destiny to fulfil.
I shall spit.
3 comments:
:-)
Well, there's a piece of good news for the morning.
But--why you're waiting on calling the doc.......
k.
Spit!
ahoy-hoy!
Been absent these last few weeks. Sorry to hear about the illness(es) - whadup bro?
xx
Thanks, Mel.
Hi, Horse! Good t'see ya. Not much to report here. Just filth, really. (And not the good kind.)
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