What I Wouldn't Give for a Porkchop.

The saga of my gut pain continues, but the end is near. Of the pain I mean, not me.

I finally went to see my regular doctor after the antibiotics didn't seem to be helping and he looked me over asked some questions and then promptly announced "Somebody needs to shut that other clinic down before they kill somebody."

He told me I most likely had diverticulitis (I spelled that right the first time, thank you Mr. Happy Chapman) and then he scheduled me for a CT scan to confirm and he was right. Now after a painful shot in the arse and much heavier antibiotics I truly am feeling better.

And the good news. He told me not to eat any lettuce. Halleh-frickin-luja! A doc who sees things my way.

Of course he said no meat or anything else I have to chew before swallowing either, but we ain't going to discuss that right now.

Okay, yes we are. Why? Because I'm hungry and irritable.

I'm living on pudding folks. Here that crunching sound? That is my gut gnawing on my spine.

Hope all of y'all have good weekends and when you are sitting down that big meal or toasting your friends with that nice adult beverage think of me shriveling away on clear liquids and mushy food.

Be back Sunday with the early edition of My Town Monday. And bring your money with you. you just might need if you ever encounter the subject of this week's post about Amarillo.