Don’t Worry, all is good…NOW.
I woke yesterday morning and something was definitely wrong. I felt off; blah. That’s all I could think: Blah, blah, blah.
Stomach, head, feet, skin, all blah. Food tasted blah, toothpaste not its normal minty self, coffee might as well have been tepid water, BLAH! Fortunately the doctor on duty happened to be a geriatric specialist and had seen this many times before. He placed an empathetic hand on my shoulder and said. “I’m not going to insult you by beating around the bush. I’ll give it to you straight. You have a persistent and protracted case of “the blahs.” Fortunately it’s treatable and I think we can knock it out in one day. I am writing you a prescription and giving you detailed after-visit instructions. Follow them to the letter. Cancel any plans as you will not be able to leave the house or operate heavy equipment.”
I stopped at the drug store to fill the prescription: a six-pack of juice boxes and gallon of chocolate ice cream. The, as instructed, I spent the entire day watching the SpongeBob SquarePants Marathon on Nickelodeon.
This Morning, Life is Beautiful again!