Short blog today, but given my recent ramblings that is probably a good thing. Maybe it's the heat, or maybe I've finally fallen after skating along the edge of sanity for so long. I'm off to the doctor to follow up on my dreadful check-up six weeks ago.
Yes, this is the same evil fella who suggested I lose fifty-five pounds.
The same delusional man who insinuated that a diet of beef jerky, red meat, fried potatoes, and Shiner Bock is not good for you.
The same cruel individual who told me to lose fifteen pounds before today's appointment or he was going to send me to his big-knuckled friend for a prostate exam.
The not-so-subtle motivation aside, I have not lost the fifteen pounds. Maybe eight, nine if I'm lucky.
After visiting the doc me and the family are heading off to the pool for a day of rest, relaxation and a cool, cool dip.