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6:00am came along in due course and I was still awake. Time for the first meds of the day and the struggle through the air turned to jello. Yes, you heard me, jello. The only way to get from point A to poing B is to reach down into your soul, grab hold of whatever "want to" you can scrounge, warm it up with a touch of "damn if you're gonna beat me", mix in a pint of hunger, stur in a little hope, then pick a flavor. Today it's strawberry. I'm gonna chew my way through the jello that makes the act of moving forward a triffle difficult. Sometime during the five minutes it takes to cover the distance from the bed to the bathroom (fifteen feet) I realize that the cold is much improved, and no cough! Made it to the sink, and the first goal of the day is won! Now to shave. I still use a razor with a sharp blade. I know, it's a little vain. But I'll stick with that sharp piece of steel till i cut myself three days in a row and the tremor can take a running jump off a short pier. Now, the next act must be timed to a "T". If i take the meds to soon, they'll kick in before i get to work and that's "on" time wasted. So I do the teeth, hair, cloths (accepting a little help with the last) and it's and hour and a half since the start of my day. Fourtyfive minutes from now I have to be acting fairly human, so the meds are taken with a glance at the clock, the shoes go on the feet, and i'm out the door. At this point (on good mornings) i'm wearing a slight smile. 1. I'm still kickin' 2. I don't have to go to the doctor 'cause the cold is much better. 3. I didn't nick anything. 4. Kristen said she loves me 5. I'm very sweet cause I ate all that jello 6. Got ready for work with minimal help. 7. cuss words were kept to a minimum. 8. I have not yet lost all of my hair. 9. The cats did not run away from me in fright. 10. Kristen still thinks i'm cute (I've never been handsome). Marvin Giles --<--<@ Puppy^ @>-,-`-- [log in to unmask] http://rampages.onramp.net/~mgiles/