My friend, the CBitch, bestowed another of her gifts on me this past Sunday, one that took advantage of my compromised lymphatic system. Something caused an infection in my right arm, which resulted in a high fever then me being admitted to the hospital. No big deal, very treatable. As the ER doc said, "The good news is it isn't MERSA and it's not flesh-eating bacteria." Yay for me! After several bags of antibiotics I was in, out and home all in a 24-hour period.
It really wasn't a big deal (albeit I got all of two hours of sleep). What truly pisses me off is the CBitch's second attempt on my sister. Then, not content with that failed attack, She went after my mom. What the hell?! Well, all I can say is that She's picked on the wrong chicks. The Schneider women do not know the word defeat. The CBitch can take her bag of b.s. and stick it.
As I sign off, I will leave with this little bit: Life doesn't last that long. I am going to begin yet another phase of my life. Transitioning into something that I've wanted to do for quite awhile -- something that I know Ron would appreciate. What? Well, that illumination will come once things are finally in the works. When is that? By my calculations, the week of July 1.
Stay tuned.
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