Had a coughing jag yesterday afternoon.  Then I experienced chest pain.  Wasn’t sure if I was having a heart attack or if my violent coughing fit had pulled a chest muscle.  Seeing as how I have no clue on where the nearest hospital might be and having too much pride to call on one of the few people I know down here, I just said fuck it, I’ll go to bed and see if I wake up alive.  I did.

I did check out the local hospital with an international clinic today on the interwebs.  It’s named “Good Morning Hospital”.  Better than good night I suppose.  I’ll get in the car this weekend and find out how to get there.  Just to be safe.

Speaking of the car, I came home last night and someone had parked next to me in my carport.  Seriously, who does that?  I wasn’t in the mood to deal with it, and this morning around 0530 I observed 4 fuckers from the house next door hop my fence and then hop into the car.  I didn’t bother confronting them.  But I did re-position  my vehicle today in such a manner as to take up both spaces.  Fuck you motherfuckers!

And then I came upon this short vignette that I expect captures exactly how I will die when the time comes.  I’m in no hurry, but maybe tomorrow….