I do not like being sick.
I do not like it so much that I actually hauled my carcass to the doctor today. If you know me, this is a Big Deal.
While I was there, they took my blood pressure and my heart rate, which were miraculously NOT THERE.
"I am dead," I said to the nurse.
"No, you are not dead," she replied.
"But I have no pulse and no blood pressure. That means that I am a zombie now and you should fear for your juicy, juicy brains."
Then she cocked her head at me and checked the charge on the heart monitor.
Oh, well. It was kind of cool for a second.
|My new diet. This, and plenty of Jell-o.|
Since I am verifiably Not Dead, I am planning for the future. Next Wednesday's future, for instance, will be my grateful participation in The Next Big Thing Blogroll. I was graciously tagged by Ellen Morris Prewitt, who is now practically a deity in my opinion. I'm going to have to do some thinking about which of my projects to post about, but I just wanted to throw that out there in case of, you know, zombie attack.
After all, if we can't find an excuse to eat brains, then at the very least we can learn to appreciate them for their intrinsic qualities. Even mine.