It's ALIVE!! !$#?@!!

Saturday morning... February...26th...2011.
I'm alive.
Yes, I'd hoped to survive the combination of amoxicillan, stress and Wendy's chipotle chicken wings. Evidently, I did.
It only took 72 hours... many of them sleepless, or dream filled, and achy.

I'm dropping the amoxicillan - the tooth appointment is Monday. I need to have control of all my body before I sit in that chair. The stress continues. But the chicken wings are gone with the first, second, third, fourth, fifth ... flush.
Who knows? Maybe these days away from the job will help with the stress - probably not.
Looking forward to news from the Internet... send some, please.