Not that you need to know but I just returned from a long, much needed vacation. A month away from work yet paid, barbaric in its paucity by European standards, does a wage-laborer good.
I mention Europe only because that's where I went, traveling among a couple of the heathen national health countries of the U.K.--you know, the one's that have greater life expectancy than the U.S. and a greater percentage of the population with access to quality health care.
But let's not pick nits (unless you have lice...)
And what did I get for my travels? Pneumonia.
But since I'm still up and about, the popular term would be walking pneumonia, as if the infiltrate in my left lower lobe has sprouted legs and become a peripatetic infection!
No, it's just pneumonia. Probably been living too high. What are vacations for?
Monday, July 7, 2008
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