Can't sleep

I can't complain. I mean, I can. I do all the time. But I ought not to. I'm here to complain. I'm here, I mean. Just here.

On Saturday, on my way into a routine surprise appendectomy, they gave me an I.V. antibiotic, and I reacted to it. Fast. Scared me 'to death'. Well, no, not quite, but I was thinking that the end was possible here, when my ears and my throat closed, my voice disappeared, and I had to take a deep breath to make a sound.

But I came through. I have no appendix. But I can breath again, and I came through. I should be grateful. I am grateful. A lot of people dropped what they were doing and prayed for me. I appreciate that. I really do.

But after that they put me on steroids, and now here it is at 3:45 am, and I'm not tired. I'm full of energy, and I'd do anything for you right now. You need 100 reports typed by morning? No problem. I'm on it. Need software coded and delivered by the weekend? How many thousand lines? No problem!

I hate steroids.

But where would I be without them?

Please, please, please, don't let me find out.

Gotta go try to get some sleep...