Because I love you

I was informed last night that my cherished blog is all but dead.
Shocked and sickened as I was, I had to admit it was quite true. I haven't posted anything in 3 weeks for heaven's sake!
Being sick certainly does take a lot out of you. I'm not sad, as some people might surmise, I'm just not well.
At the moment I'm waiting for some biopsy results. Waiting is an altogether unpleasant affair. I've decided that I dislike it intensely. I've always considered myself to be a rather patient person but I've about had it. Soon I shall storm the doors of the nearest medical facility and demand immediate ANSWERS! (Right....)
So anyway... Not much energy today so I thought I'd just post you a poem that I wrote a few months back. It will show you that my state of mind is as good as ever, though my physical body might be slowly trying to do away with me.
Much, much love to you all, my faithful friends, followers and beloved minions.

I’ve giggled and giggled
And giggled some more
I’ve rolled across carpets
And over bare floor
I’ve laughed till my face hurts
And my abs were sore
And even howled wildly
When called a great whore.
I love to grin wildly
It’s mirth I adore.

And so now to laughter
This ode I must write
To all things quite silly
And ne’er things contrite
They make me feel happy
And high as a kite (or weed, but I digress)
So I raise now my glass,
As this poem I recite,
“Merry Christmas to all
“And to all a good night!”
(wait, I think that was the weed talking…)

Bewildered

Good morning loyal readers!
Did you think I died?
Well close, but no cigar. In my rather feeble state of health I have all but forsaken this cherished blog of mine.
When I had mono I could lie in bed and type. But in this house I have to sit bolt upright in a supremely uncomfortable chair in the computer room. Once I'm in here I don't really feel like discoursing.
But I'm truly sorry to have left you all hanging. And for once, I'm not being sarcastic.
My doctors don't know what's wrong with me but they know it's NOT my gallbladder, adrenal glands, liver, etc. I'm having some more embarrassing tests done in about two weeks to see what else it might or might not be.
I've really been doing you all a favor by keeping you out of the loop, see. The last month would have read like this:
Pain, sleep, pain, sleep, oh look at my dog isn't he cute, pain, sleep, sleep (ah, fooled you didn't I?) bath, pain, sleep.
Are you tired of all of this sick talk of mine? Tired of always reading about how I'm falling apart in some way?
I appreciate your sympathy.
Believe me, I'm quite tired of it myself.
I look forward to the day when I'm back to my normal, acerbic self and can continue this blog as I used to.
Won't that be fun?
Until then... You'll have to find an Uncle John's Bathroom Reader or something.