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.