All doped up and I don't mean Miss Lohan...

I contracted the "black lung" from my daughter while in Utah a couple of weeks ago and its still hanging around. Actually, the doctor said today that my lungs were whistling...I don't think he meant that in a nice way. However, "said" Dr. happens to be one of those that dances "on the safe side" and goes overkill with the prescriptions. For the next week I am on four different drugs, one is once a day, one is twice a day, one is three times a day and one is four times a day...can someone draw me up a schedule?..and then get me something for how dizzy I am thinking about it? I got uncomfortable at the little window today while the pharmacist was talking about my mucus, it just feels so personal, and disgusting. Here's to a good night sleep.

On a happier note, you will all be pleased to know that the Navy shows great concern and compassion for their people. The marquee coming into the base last week read, and I quote, no joke:

"HOW TO AVOID MARRYING A JERK SEMINAR"

I really wish that I had gotten a picture.

Isn't it nice to know that someone's got our back? Actually it's sad that such a workshop would be so useful. We actually know people who have left on deployment and come home to an empty house, empty bank accounts and maxed credit cards. The part that I found funniest is that this is a Submarine Base, that means no women. That means they were talking about marrying "jerky" women...am I a jerk? Hm, something to think about. Unfortunately if I took all of Clark's money and left he would know exactly where to find me...just follow the debit purchases of Sonic across the country and find me snuggled deep in the down comforter of a Hampton Inn somewhere. Don't worry, I'm not a jerk and I'm not leaving, I like him, a lot.