You Are Not Going To Believe This

No,

really are not.

I pride myself for being in pretty good shape for my age.

And yes,

round is a shape.

What I do not understand is,

why every four to five years,

I become ill.

First,

I was told I had bronchitis.

Then,

I was told I had asthma.

Now the

Doctors

are trying to tell me I have

COPD!

Which has put me in the hospital once this year.

The second time I went in,

was because of a gash I got on my stomach.

And I mean gash.

It was measured one inch by four inches.

I cannot explain how it came about,

because first of all,

if I do not tell you where I got the wound,

your imagination will run wild.

Second,

I cannot tell you to protect the innocent.

Which also adds to the mystery.

I know you are coming here today,

to my

Blog,

to read the next

Episode

of

The Man From Mars.

Sorry to inform you though,

that I will not be writing any

Episodes

today.

Why?

Because I just broke my big toe

and I need to go to the hospital!

 

This is,

Oooooouuuuucccccchhhhh!

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

"You have been known to call upon Brother Zachariah for a broken toe."
"It was turning green!" I said.
- Cassandra Clare, -

That is my true story and I am sticking to it!

Like what you are reading?

Oh,

Hell.

You know the rest.

I need to go to the hospital!

Thanks for reading.