Happy Good Friday. This boy's been feeling a bit like he's been nailed to a tree for the past week...and not for telling people to be nice to each other...unlike a certain fellow about 2000 years ago.
SOMEONE made the mistake of not heeding the Ides of March...and found himself in the Mergency Room last friday evening with a high gum-surgery related feevver.
Seems the combimination of freezing temperatures in his shitehole apartment, dehydration and malnutritionness caused by a lack of desire to put anything near his swollen cakehole, all added up to put this lad in the hopsicle for the third occassion in his short eventful liff. Almost 25 years to the day after Dr.Mustafa left him...oh, screw the third person witticisms...ME... sliced and bleeding worse than a Somalian 12-Year-old girl on her birthday, and precisely 14 years after shoddy mexican vitamins left me sans gallbladder...Mr. 'Doing-it-out-West-on his own's body decided to rebel at the stupidity of scheduling an optional procedure at such an unlucky time of year and succumbed to some sort of infection which I am just getting over riiight...about....NOW.
That's assuming the Leafs beat the Habs tomorrow. Which even if the Islanders sweep their next 2 games and knock BOTH those bad teams outa the playoffs, is all I ask. I dessert it.
CUT TO:
Last saturday-Deb's toasty warm apartment-day
Leafs are up on Penguins 4-1 in the 3rd period...the lead evaporates and Sean's body temperature rises....by the time Pissburgh ties it up with 4 seconds to go, about the same time as the guy's Heart Attack in the stands at the ACC, Sean's fever spikes again and he has to go have a cool shower, where he remains till they bring it home in O.T.
If tomorrow's game is even CLOSE...we may be talking relapse.
Now please excuse me while I go shop for a defibrallator.
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